My name is Chris Ledge and this is my story of how I survived my greatest battle. The battle with myself. Continuing from the last time,the little pep talk I gave myself didn't work out for long. I was 13 years when I tried to take my life for the second time. Nothing was going good in school. I had no friends and no one to talk to. The more I stayed alone, the more I start to think and the more I think the more depressed and angry I get. What was making me have all these thoughts? All i knew was that I don't wanna live in this world again. I started to read religious books to see if that could change who I am but nothing. Instead that just made me pray to God to end my life. Pathetic right I know. This time I tried to overdose myself. At the time I was staying by my grandparents. I took 32 pills. I started to vomit, felt like I was fainting away and my chest was hurting a lot. I thought to myself that I finally did it. I no longer have to to live. What's next? But for some reason I was still alive. Even though I took 32 pills, nothing was wrong with me. Like what the fuck right? I got sick for just 3 days and I was back to normal. My family lectured me but I'm gonna be honest, I didn't hear a word they said. It's like I couldn't hear the words they were saying to me, I could have only see the mouths moving but I couldn't hear. I didn't want to hear. The only thing I wanted was to be free. Free from these thoughts, I wanted to be freed from myself and I did get freed a couple months after but that freedom was temporary as usual.