I tried to take my life in 2013. And for years I pretended that I was no longer struggling with suicidal thoughts to ease my family’s concern. Making their comfort level a part of how I dealt with my pain only made me feel more alone. It was just last year when I found a therapist that I really connected with that I was able to see genuine progress in my thoughts. My family can’t tell the difference but that difference is the only reason I’m still here.