Personal Narrative On Suicide

In the eyes of everyone, kids are imaginative, funny, cute and much more. Their not supposed to be crying themselves to sleep, lock themselves in a dark room or have suicidal thoughts, but they do. Depression is the number one killer of kids from ages 12-39 and no one knows it. It’s creepy around in the shadows right under our noses. I was one of the survivors of depression. When I was nine I started to have small thoughts about what the world would be like if I was dead or if I never existed and how it would be a better place. A year later my thoughts started to get different. I started to think about actually going through with erasing myself from the world, but I didn’t know how to. No less than a month later I learned about suicide at church camp. A few parents had spoke on how they had lost their child to suicide from depression. We were meant learn about how bad it was and how we should never think about it, but all I could think of was that this was my chance. …show more content…
At the time I was at my aunts, my aunt lived near to a hill with a steep cliff, that with one jump off and I would be dead and I knew that. I had biked to the hill and climbed it within an hour. Reaching the top, I can remember looking out at the sun blinding me as it was slowly setting. I had then only spotted my cousin, who was near the top of the cliff yelling. I saw in her hand the note, and guessed she had read it. Watching her climb up the hill had reminded me that if I died that their would be people who cared. That I would be missed in the world. I went back home that day, I changed