Today, while cleaning out my room, I found my old file folder. Inside, I stored all of my important papers over the years. As I looked through, I found a suicide note I had written several years ago. This was not the first time I had stumbled upon one, but it was the most impactful.

Reading through it was difficult, but I can’t imagine it being more difficult than writing it was. Even though it was me who wrote it, I feel worlds apart from the version of myself who was ready to end her life so many years ago.