I started having suicidal thoughts as early as age six. For most of my life, I didn’t know how to ask for help or believe I deserved it. I lived with chemical imbalances and deep depression, which led to multiple suicide attempts and psychiatric hospitalizations. I moved frequently growing up, which made it hard to build lasting relationships. Every few years, I had to reset my world (new home, new school, new people) and that made me feel even more alone. For a long time, I just focused on surviving each day. But in my late 30s, during the pandemic, something shifted. I finally had time to reflect and realized I couldn’t keep living the same cycle. I started building a care team with intention, like finding a therapist and psychiatrist who actually listened and worked with me. For the first time, the medication plan I was on felt like it was doing what it was supposed to. That changed everything. I'm still here because I found support that made it possible to stay. If you're in a dark place right now, I get it, and I'm here to talk with you through it.