In 1993, when I was 13 years old, my mom committed suicide. I have struggled with that loss for 23 years. This year, 2016, I very nearly did the same thing. On 01/31/16, I left church in the middle of Sunday service and drove straight for the Tower Drive Bridge determined to end my life. A life, I thought at the time, that no one cared about anyway. A life, I thought, that no one would miss. A life, I thought, that was a burden to everyone. Thankfully, by the grace of God, I didn't jump. Instead, I drove to a friend's house and asked for help. I am still working through some very dark days but I have my hope and faith in God to see me through. And, I now know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that God's will for my life is to help others who have lost someone to suicide or have contemplated or attempted suicide themselves. With faith and trust in God I am getting through my mess. And I am confident that God will use my mess to help others through their messes too. We all matter. We are all loved and cared about. Let's work together to end suicide!