Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Amanda. In October of 2018, I stood on the ledge of a Canadian hotel room, ready to end my life. A song playing at the right place as at the right time brought me down and I made a pact with myself. I was going to give it my all for one year. If I still felt the same desolation after that, I gave myself permission to jump. The only problem was that I had no idea where to start. I’d seen the counselors, take the medications, journaled and read as many self-help books as my brain could handle. I’d even turned to the less admirable options of alcohol, cocaine, cigarettes and self-harm
I eventually concluded that it was time to get back to the basics. It wasn’t eating a salad or taking a Yoga class or reading a book. It was reconstructing my lifestyle and way of thinking as a whole