Teenage suicide is a societal problem that is personal to me. As someone who has struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts early in my high school career, this particular story is one I wrote with the intention of sharing my own personal testimony through.

Austin is me. He is different in what has happened to him and what led him to the point of where he is at various points in the novel, but overall, he and I are the same person. I know how convincing the little voice in the mind is that tells uoyu that no one cares, not a single soul would notice if you were gone, is. And I know what it feels like to be all alone, without a single soul to lean on for love and support.

My wish is that I had someone like Lindsey in my life, who cared enough to step in and intervene before things got too rough to handle.

And my current wish is that at least one person reads this and hears what I did. My hope is that they hear the voice of the Almighty telling them that they’re not finished yet, that someone out there needs them to save them from themselves, even from others who aim to hurt them.