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behind in schoolwork. During school, I was constantly in tears,
having panic attacks, and begging my mom to pick me up and
take me home. Eventually, upon the advice of a care team, I
took a medical leave from school for six weeks and was placed
into a re-entry program.
After my six week leave, I was back in life: going to school,
making plans, and consuming my free time with video games. I
no longer felt hopeless or depressed, but there was still
something wrong, something nagging at the back of my mind. I
started noticing and hearing about people committing suicide.
Those people had felt that same hopeless hole I had felt. It hit
me hard, and I was feeling worse about myself. I felt entirely
responsible for those people, and when I found out about
another death, the guilt flooded my system and I cried over
each one. I knew I needed to do something to help them, but
what could I do? I was only one person, one that has great
social anxiety and c