The past few weeks my mental health has plummeted. My mind wouldn't shut up. I kept thinking I was a monster. I kept thinking I was disgusting, and all I could do was hurt people. That I wasn't worth the oxygen I breathe because no matter how much I tried, I would fail and hurt people I love and care about.

It got to the point that suicide seemed like a logical choice. I thought about it a fair bit, and my uni work and job suffered as a result. I was in a really bad place. 

I ended up opening up to my friends about my mental health, regardless of thr stigma I was feeling. My boss was incredibly understanding and gave me 2 weeks off paid leave to focus on myself, and my friends have nothing but support for me. They don't see me as weak, and never once been stigmatised by them. 

For the first time in a while, I feel like I'm making progress. I will continue to learn and grow and try my hardest. Because people see something in me that I can't see in myself.