When I was 13, I had my first suicide attempt. By the time I was 17, I would have attempted to take my own life four more times. I remember being 16 and making a pact with myself to not live to the age of 18. I felt as though no one knew what I was going through and that I was alone in my journey. I’ll never forget the day I posted about my depression on social media. I had missed over two weeks of school due to it and, with the guidance of my therapist at the time, worked out a post on social media. This was to take control of the ‘story’ and ensure high school rumors did not take over. Within an hour of posting my story, I had several people messaging me directly. Some had never told anyone else about their own internal battles. It was after making that post, that I knew psychology was the path I wanted to pursue.I am now 22. Since those extremely dark days, I have accomplished so much. I turned 18. I graduated from high school and then college. I’ve gotten several new pets. I’ve seen new places and experienced new cultures.I got accepted into a masters program. I now work at a residential treatment facility for older adults with severe persistent mental illnesses. I love my job and I love what I do. My message to others who are experiencing similar thoughts, is that you are not alone. You are never alone. Regardless of how dark it may feel, you are not alone. Finding little joys and little things to make you smile is so important. If it were not for my dog, I do not know where I would be. Bear was that small night light on even the darkest days. Find your own night light and run with it.