That was a mentally scarring incident. I did not know who to trust; my dad would tell me one thing while my mother would tell me another. I started to think that the divorce was my fault and that that everything happening was because of me: I was such a disappointment that my parents both did not want me anymore. Depression hit and I stared at a knife every day contemplating suicide. I thought that maybe if I died then I could run away from these problems.
My little brother saved me from that hole of depression. No matter how cliché the situation may seem, he is the reason that I’m writing this statement today. I thought about what would happen to my brother after I was gone and thought about the path my parents were setting for him. I took it upon myself to become the role model for my brother. In order to show him how to be emotionally and mentally tough, I couldn’t let him watch my life just fade away. I started to focus in school and slowly raise my grades. I