Hi I'm Kayla, and I am 14 years old.  I know this post is really long, but bear with me for a bit.

One day, I stole some canadian money from my mom's car as a joke.  My mom got really mad and I got really frustrated and angry because I couldn't make her understand.  I went into crisis mode and ran away.  I didn't know where I'd go, but I just knew how much damage I'd done and I was so afraid that my family didn't love me anymore, and the police brought me back.  The next day, my mom gave out a lot of consequences for something outside of my control.  I went into crisis mode again.  I thought that I would just be in an endless loops of crisis modes, so I tried to kill myself.  The police then took me to the hospital.  After two excrutiatingly painful and boring days of watching the news and coloring, they took me to a bigger hospital.  After the two hour drive of being strapped to a bed at five o'clock in the morning with nothing to do exept for stare at the dangly thing of the ceiling, we arrived at the hospital.  They finally let me get up and walk, and that was when I met my best friend I will ever have ever.  We bonded immediately and I wouldn't have gone through the experience without her. Even though we were not allowed to get eachother's contact information and we will probably never see eachother again, she made a bigger influence on me than anyone else ever will. Rylee, I will always remember you. After I came out of the hospital I was a completely different person.  I had all the coping skills in the world, and now, I can face anything. I love you all so much and you have provided so much support. <3