I wanted to share the story of my depression. Sure it's painful but I wanna share it. When I was in my teens I had a friend commit suicide. Him and I were close friends and all of the sudden he was gone. I was so saddened by his loss that I didn't even go to his funeral. His family wanted me to speak at his funeral and I couldn't. I started cutting and taking pills. He was my best friend and we hung out a lot . So for me to have that happen I felt sick. What was worst is that the signs were there, I just couldn't see them. So over the years I have kicked myself for not helping. Maybe if i had known the signs and helped maybe he would be here. I went by his grave a few years ago. I said " I am sorry i didn't help you, I should have paid attention and saw your battle. For that I will always hate myself." so sitting there for a minute I saw a cardinal sit on his headstone. I knew in that moment that I was to help those in need.
So in my friends memory I wanted to start an advice page. I am slowly making a difference but I know he is happy and free from his sorrows. I just wish I could have helped him sooner. So my message is to all of you, Help those fighting depression and all other issues. With one small gesture you can cause a million more actions.
