I’ve been dealing with suicidal thoughts since I was 12, I finally tried to shut myself off when I was 21, (guess what) I even failed on that! Now I am 26 and there’s not a single day in which depression won’t knock my door... But here I am! Trying to enjoy the little things that makes me smile, day by day, fighting the “internal demons” and holding strong into that door because Mrs. Depression is not welcome anymore. It’s so so so hard for me, but I guess it would be worth it. Ps: the only reason I haven’t tried to kill myself again, is because of the fear of hurting my family.