As I lay in bed tonight, I can’t thank God enough for giving me the strength and the will to pull through what I thought I couldn’t. I could use some pity, but I don’t want it. This is me trying to reach out to those in plight. To help those who are alone when the world goes to sleep. Having gone through a bout of severe depression, it has certainly brought me to the edge. Literally. I can vividly remember being on the 16th floor, looking down and thinking to myself how fast my problems would end. I remember the texts I sent to my mum. How much I broke her, I can’t comprehend. I remember my aunt calling me trying to console me out of it as I sat in the stairwell, crying and confused. And at that point of time, I turned to God. I talked to him and he made it clear somehow that taking my own life would only open the doors to more plight. And so I sought help. And it was the best decision I have made it my entire life. Here I stand today, with a new lease of life. I lost beloved friends and family members along the way, but hey, that’s a another story for another day. How I approached to saving me from myself might not have been the best way, and you can find yours. And probably do it better. Talk to someone. A friend. A relative. A stranger. You never know if he/she could be the person to save you from you. Seek help. Know that even though we may not know each other, I treasure you.