Eleven years ago, when I was twelve, I sat down with my dad and told him I wanted to commit suicide. I knew something was wrong but I didn’t know the proper words to describe it. I knew that I was feeling something other kids my age weren’t. That was the problem: I felt something, but I didn’t know what that feeling was.
Read Mariyah’s story, where she shares her struggles with depression and suicide, and how she’s overcome the challenges of opening up to her parents.Read More