A year ago I lost my partner to suicide. I struggled with depression myself while trying to take care of him with his depression and agoraphobia. For years, I waited and waited for someone to come along and make things better, to help him, to help me. In the end, no one came. His suicide was his way of becoming free and letting me be free. It has been a hard year. Taking care of someone for almost 10 years of my adolescent life, I had to learn how to do many things. Get a job with no experience, find somewhere to live, figure out who I was and who I wanted to be. It took me a long time to realize that I had to be my own hero. That I had done so much by myself already, that I was the only person I could always count on. Wearing this bracelet everyday reminds me that I've conquered so much on my own, and that I can continue to conquer anything else that comes my way.