"It is hard to explain what it feels like to wake up and want to die. To wish that every breath you take will be your last. To want to stop the blood flowing through your veins, or to watch as it flows out of you. It is impossible to explain this to someone who has never experienced these feelings. They think that you are being overly dramatic, or ridiculous, or attention seeking. It is hard to explain the turmoil of mental illness because words do not do it justice. Even the most gifted of writers and authors and poets could not come close to describing what it truly feels like to hate yourself down to your core. As I sit here writing this, tears streaming down my face, thinking back upon every time I have ever felt hopeless or useless or suicidal, I try to give the voiceless a voice. To give at least one person something that they can identify with, to let them know that they are not alone. You are not the only one who feels the way you do. You are not alone in this fight. Just please remember to keep fighting."