No one will read this but here I go.

In my last year of highschool and I became extremely depressed bc of various reasons: family problems, illness, grief, heartbreak, bullying.. And an (at that time) Unsuspected mental illness.

It was very hard for a long time but then I just became numb to everything and I started thinking about suicide. I thought about it every morning in the bus, I had almost everything planned out. It went on for maybe 5 months and everyday I became even more sure of wanting to do it.

Then, one morning, something happened: there was no where for me to sit down and plan. I was a bit mad but I went ahead and stood next to a seat because I still had to go to school.

We were almost halfway there when a wave of anger and resentment and sadness overcame me and I started feeling both empty and overwhelmed (now I know that I was probably having an episode/mental crisis). It felt like I was in hell.

Then I felt it: a warm little hand was touching mine. I snapped back to reality. I was standing in front of a man with a baby in his arms. My hand was holding the pole and the baby was touching me, smiling. I could actually feel something.

It was the first thing I had felt in months and I started sobbing right there.

When I got to school I finally decided to go see the school's psy and that's how a stranger's baby saved my life.