It all started in second grade. One of my favorite aunts got cancer. She was only in her early fifties and was the nicest person I've ever met. She never got mad and always looked on the bright side of things. This is what you should do. Look on the bright side of things; the exact opposite of what I did. Around a year after she was diagnosed, she passed away. I felt terrible. I used to never cry during movies. After she passed, crying was one of the only things I did. I was only in second grade. During second grade, I had drawn her as an angel, and brought her to school. We would sit in a circle and I would bring the drawing with me. I placed it on the ground next me, and I would be made fun of. These boys would sit on top of the drawing and stomp on it, knowing it would make me cry. This is where it all started. I would feel bad about myself. I would tell myself that I should die and that it would be much better if I did. I thought it would solve the money problem, that way my mom only had to pay for one child. I told myself that if I died I can see my aunt. So I stopped eating for periods of time, telling myself I will die from hunger. Being a 9 year old of course, wouldn't be able to resist eating. So I spent my days thinking of ways I should die. The thing is, my aunt wouldn't want that for me. That was something I didn't know. Here's a tip: People care about you. There's always one person who will see your smile as a ray of light. If you died, the ray of light would be gone. Keep that light shining!