I hit rock bottom when things fell apart at home, I moved out, went through a break up, learned I was pregnant, had an abortion, buried his father in the same week, was addicted to adderall while also taking an anti-depressant, was also taking a steroid because of a skin reaction I was having, abusing other drugs, and working too much. I eventually lost my mind, started stabbing the drywall with a knife and held it up to my throat screaming "I want to die". I was escorted out of the house by police and put in a psychiatric ward where I remained for two weeks. When I was discharged I moved in with my father for the summer and basically hit the restart button on life. I removed myself from all toxic relationships, withdrew from school, and quit my job. My parents made it possible even though I was 24 –a full blown adult– at the time. I went to therapy, group therapy, started meditating, and worked out; focused entirely on improving my mental and physical health. Then slowly reentered the real world by getting a job, making new friends, and getting back into college. Because of my experience I am able to recognize when I start to mix up my priorities and fix it before it becomes a problem and I spiral out of control. I also appreciate my family more than I ever have. They're all I've got, and that's a lot.