im sorry.................................i cant compare on tragic story to another but let me tell you mine. when i was a kid i always knew i was different from everyone else just sad and violent. My parents took me to counseling i wouldn’t talk to them so my dad told the shrink everything that had happened. after that i just kind of stop talking to them so they wouldn’t expose me any more. i just kept it pent up inside me occasionally bursting but as i got older skool got harder and i fought more with my parents and then when i was 12 i told my mom that i wanted to go live with my friend for a week so we didnt blow up at each other as much but my mom thought it was a terrible idea and then i let myself go and told her i had tried to kill myself. she didnt believe me. she laughed and said i was being dramatic. 2 years later i tried again, i overdosed on a combination of everything in my moms drawer. the next day they just thought i was sick they didnt notice me throwing up broken pill capsules. the next time i tried i wasn’t so lucky i was taken to the hospital and then a mental institution for cutting, suicidal thoughts, and depression i later learned that i was bipolar. but here i am writing this to you all you have to do is choose im i worth the life i was given? i hope the answer for you is yes .