I was in the seventh grade the first time I contemplated suicide.
From the outside, and by all superficial accounts, really I’ve lead a pretty easy life. I have two caring parents and two caring step-parents, a nice roof over my head, food on the table each night, and a good group of friends. I’ve always been a bit of a bookworm, and even in elementary school, I was considered “the smart kid” by my peers. None of that changed the fact that I wanted to kill myself.