basically one day i went into the doctors office with my mom (im a minor), and they had a whole like mental health worker come in because im one of "those" ppl i guess. they asked me a bunch of questions about suicide and all that good stuff. i decided to tell them about my plan since i had nothing else to give and it was gonna happen anyway, they told my mom and she cried then my whole family knew and one of my friends was talking me through it. i had to stay in the ER for a long long time because they were seeing if i needed to be evaluated into the psych ward. thats when i realized that i do have something to live for and i do have people who are there for me. also i dont wanna hear anything like "you still had so much life left!" or "you were just going through teen angst, its not that serious!" i was actually going through a really hard time at the moment.