This is a bit of a sad post, so I apologize ahead of time for it. Today, I pulled myself away from my mom…In September when my aunt took her life, it made me experience one of the worst depressive experiences I’ve ever had. I didn’t call anyone, I hide away, sleeping away most of the pain. Going to work was hard, everything was honestly. It’s gotten so bad, that I did attempt to find my peace the way my aunt did. I knew it wasn’t the right thing to do, so I mustered up the courage to get help. I am one of the ones who usually stay away from calling anyone when I’m depressed, it’s just how I am. I have no ill will against people when I do so, I’m just depressed… I usually call my mom, but I wasn’t as consistent with it because again, I was depressed. This incident among other things I got tired of navigating, made me determined to not be here to see 2024. I got help though, and I’m still here. As many of you also know, I was a former Jehovah’s Witness. After I found out about how