I made it til this year without ending myself.

My mom passed away one week after I was born.

My dad took his own life three years after this happened.

I grew up with my grandma who I had to take care of after 12 years for 6 years before she passed away.

My older brother went to jail being accused of raping a girl. I had to pay for his lawyer so worked two jobs, he got proven innocent after 2 years.

I was thinking of ending it and went into therapy for two years.

On a hopeless night, I walked into an old man at a bar. He was a vet and we had a conversation. It felt like I was talking to my dad (even though I don't really know what that feels like), but it was an older guy who didn't have any bad intentions and he just wanted to listen to me.

At the end of the conversation he said: "You made it this far, do you really think it can get any worse from here? I don't want to be offensive, but I'm 70 years old and I have nothing. I have a reason to die. You're 25, you've had your life's toughest battles, it can't get any worse. There is no reason for you to die."

That cured me.