In early 2020, I was at my lowest and I came close to taking my own life. I would come home every night; sitting in silence in the dark, crying and just feeling exhausted from being me.I was a burden to everyone around me – or so I thought.
I remember walking home in torrential rain and not knowing where I was or how to get home. I walked for hours with tears pouring down my face.One night, it all got too much.
I wasn’t in control; I was drowning in negative thoughts and I couldn’t see any light; or any way forward. I don’t think I stopped crying all that night."The struggles continued at university."I think these feelings of anxiety and depression stemmed from my experiences at school.Read more on mind.org.uk