My story is about the worst day of my life. On July 21st 2017 not only my mom but my best friend and my rock passed away. She has been fighting depression ever since her mother passed away in 2015. My mom was the best. She never left a room without making someone smile. She was the life of the party, and the one you could talk to no matter what. She'd be the one to wake up in the middle of the night to talk to you if you're down. The first picture is my first ever picture with my mom in the hospital which means a lot to me. The second picture is of me and my mom in California (a trip she brought me on because my sister got to go on a trip that year so she wanted to make sure I went somewhere also) which was in 2016. The last picture was taken in 2016 also, that is my family. My mom was the organizer in our house and the smartest. She always had a answer to everything. She passed away on a Friday night from the same way her mother died. She has taken her own life. 3 months after she passed away my dad had found notes in the garage in a garbage bag (my dad doesn't know why he looked in the garbage bag) it was defiantly my mom leading him there. On all the notes she left for my sister, brother, and I all say "now grandma wont be alone". She cared so much about everyone and knew my grandma needed someone. A little bit before my mother had passed she texted my dad saying "I'm sorry" but my dad didn't know what she meant by that until he got home. This was a terrible tragedy for my family and I. We still continue to recover everyday. January 21st will be 6 months since she's been gone. If anyone every struggles with  depression please speak out. YOU ARE LOVED. YOU ARE IMPORTANTED. YOU'RE WORTH IT. Call 1-800-273-8255 please.