My whirlwind experience of mental health issues started after my mother passed away in 2010. My world was torn apart, and I just didn't know who to turn to. I was only 15, my GCSEs were looming and my hormones were all over the place. My dad was abusive at the time and my brother is autistic so I didn't feel like I could talk to either of them. I was completely introverted for about 18 months, not getting out of bed, not seeing a point in anything and most of all, just wanting to not be here anymore; until I met someone who now I consider to be my lifesaver. My best friend saw what was happening and encouraged me to go to the doctors. They couldn't believe that I had kept it to myself for that long and they were so so pleased that I had come to see them. They were encouraging and supportive straight away.

I can see a purpose, and I know where I can turn for support