“I went to the beach because I thought it’d be a good place to...

“I went to the beach because I thought it’d be a good place to die. I felt mad hopeless. I didn’t eat or drink for three days. Every time I fell back asleep, I hoped that I wouldn’t wake up. I thought I’d die after two or three days. But after three days, it was like: ‘Fuck, I’m not dead.’ So I walked into a hospital and said I needed help.”