I am 13 years old and still in 8th grade. I am put down constantly and somtimes end up finding myself holding a knife ready to die. I have cried my self to sleep every night for over two months now thinking that there really is no point to my living. I feel that I am just here to waste the air that someone important could be breathing. In addition to almost stabbing my self I've tried mixing about fifteen different types of pills in a large cup of water, but then finding myself to afraid to drink it. I am afraid to live and afraid to die. I've asked my mom for a therapist but she refuses to get me one because I havn't told her why, I don't wan't her to be worried. What do I do?



Dear Jacqui,
My heart broke when I read your post. My daughter was recently diagnosed with depression. There is help out there and you will get through this. Talk with your mother about your feelings and your need to speak to someone. Kids can be cruel. Just know that God put you here on this earth for a purpose... to spread his love. He loves you very much. I will pray for you.
Kim,
Thank you so much for telling me what you did it just boosted my spirets knowing that there is someone out there that cares.
Dear Jacqui,
Talk to someone you trust, your mom, a guidance counselor, a friend. There is help out there.
As a teen I was totally focused on suicide, even did numerous science projects on it. I didn't understand so much about life...yet spent a great deal of time in misery. Flash forward, today a half century old (50) I look back and wish that I had a fraction of the confidence my daughter does at today at age 14, when I was that age, how different my life could have been. The point, time goes on and a difference is made, if not in my own generation, in the next.
My life's philosophy: "Let it begin with me". I'm the only one who can begin to make a difference in my own life by making and understanding the choices before me. If I had used the knife I held in my hand 30 years ago with the intent of using it and not cried out to God for help, I may not be here today to tell you the joy that my children have brought to my life. A joy that 30 years ago I had no idea would ever exist. The beauty of experiencing love for the first time and knowing that it was a euphoria the likes of which I never dreamed.
I too pray for you and your ability to cry out for help to someone who can help you understand that God's will for you is good. He wants you to be happy, joyous and free; not burdened with the traumas that seem to plaugue us in our teens but look far beyond that which we are able to see at 13 to something much greater and far more powerful. God bless you!