Suicide, as it is for most, was my way of seeing an end to all of the pain that went on inside of my head. I wanted so badly for the pain to stop, for my brain to stop feeling like it was fighting itself, for my heart to feel that it had a little more breathing room, and for my muscles to relax for just once. I wanted nothing more than my soul to be free.
I knew I wanted to have a non-profit for this issue since I was diagnosed with depression as a teenager. Even as a teen, I knew that I was not the only one who felt this sense of darkness and found comfort in it. I knew that I wanted to help others even if I was at a point at my life where I could not help myself. Every life has value and every life is worth fighting for.