I’ve gone through a lot lately. Between all the fake smiles and laughs, I’ve kind of given up. I’ve almost killed myself twice, and almost cut myself too many times to count. But I know there’s hope out there. I’m not ultra religious… Actually, I’m not religious at all. But, I know there’s something I can do to help myself. I’ve also learned that making sure I’m healthy and safe makes me a better person for others. I tend to get into this knot whenever someone says they’re going to hurt themselves and I do whatever I can to help, but it never seems like enough. Then, I realized, I was being down on myself. I thought I wasn’t helping because I wasn’t in the right state of mind, when, in that other person’s mind, I was the best person to help them. All I want to do is help. I want to help myself, but I really want to help others. So, I’m glad to be here.