When I was in high school, I was not a very motivated student, no one in my family had ever attended college so why would I, and besides my school counselor told me I would never amount to anything. Not sure why a school counselor would say that to a student. I later learned that he said the exact same thing to quite a few other students. His words stuck with me for years and they created a lack of self-esteem, a lack of self-confidence, lack of direction, and unworthiness. After high school I tried college and was kicked out after three semesters of very poor grades, confirming my school counselor’s words. My father used to teach positive attitude classes to women at the local jail and installed that positive attitude in my sister and me. I’ve always had a very supportive family that encouraged me to follow my dreams however that clashed with the words from my school counselor. At 21 I felt lost with no direction and not knowing what to do so I decided I didn’t need to be in this world any longer. I remember the day clearly, I kept playing my departure out repeatedly in my head. I would go home, take a handful of pills, the end. I got home, sat on my bed with the pills in my hand ready to go. Then divine intervention, the phone rang, it was my dad just calling to see how I was doing. I began to cry and told him what I was getting ready to do. He told me to go to the toilet, drop the pills in and let him hear the toilet flush, so I did. I knew nothing of mental health or where to get help or who to talk to, I had no idea it even existed. I move back home, went back to college, and was way more successful than my first attempt. And with that came self-confidence and some direction.