
9 months ago I went to a psychiatrist for suicidal ideations, today I have a crush that likes me back, real friends and a passion for life. Hot wings in my new apartment!!
In the fall of last year I contacted a psychiatrist. I was lonely, depressed, suicidal and falling behind on EVERYTHING. It took a lot of work, a lot of professionals, a lot of courage and a LOT of learning, but today I (19m) am in my own apartment away from my parents, cleaning up for tomorrow for when my crush comes over and we'll snuggle and watch scary movies (probably be kissing like last time). My friends live a walk distance away, and we have sleep overs.
I'm finally enjoying my life to the fullest. My psychiatrist gave me a metaphor, that in 9 months through hard inner work, I gave birth to a new me :)