After her death, I struggled deeply with self-harm and suicidal thoughts. I didn’t want to live anymore. The pain felt too heavy, too constant. 

But I didn’t tell anyone. 

On the outside, I was smiling, laughing, pretending everything was okay. Inside, I was falling apart. 

Eventually, I couldn’t hide it anymore. One of my classmates noticed and told a teacher. That moment, although terrifying, became the start of something important.