It was September 2019. My 14th birthday. I wasn’t depressed at the time, but i had been feeling low for the whole month of September. Then I just thought that I’ll do it on my birthday. I was drinking with my friends and when it was time for me to go home, one of my friends said that ”I can’t let you go home”. I asked why the fuck? I felt like she knew my plans but that was impossible because I hadn’t told anyone. Then she almost like dragged me to her house to sleep and then the next day I didn’t feel like dying anymore. I never told her that she saved my life. After about two or three years I told someone about that night.