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20 years ago on October 10, 1991 my mother died due to accidental prescription drug overdose. My world was forever changed on that day, Now I was never popular in middle school and in high school I was hated and shunned, The few "friends" that I did have were more less there because we shared similar interests but by the time I got to high school my mood I hated the world. I had no friends, no girlfriend, no future, and hoped every night that I would die in my sleep. A girl I knew was talking and I said something about how I was thinking about killing myself and Julie Harris, this girl who I had known, who had her own demons and attempted sucide told me to count my blessings. Not having anything better to do in class I did just that. I had my wonderful and great dad (if I'm one-trillionth the man he is I would be content) my cat Butterscotch and my comics. Now back in the 90s I was reading every comic that I could get my hands on (most of them were crap when I look at them now) and as strange (or stupid) as it sounds I wanted too see what happened to the Hulk, The Transformers: Generation 2, Solar, Spider-Man, Supergirl, Breed, Dreadstar, the Wild C.A.Ts. and whatever other book I was reading back then. Granted it wasn't much but it was something to keep going, and finally a girl who I never knew her name gave me the final piece out of my hatred of the world when she told me the world is what you make of it, I don't know who she was, but all I can say is: THANK YOU Julie and the girl whose name I don't know you two along with comics helped saved me. You two are angels.

It's a wonderful story and I'm glad you've turned your life around. Thanks for sharing.

You get inspiration from the most unexpected people. I was in a somewhat similar situation, as I was not born in the U.S. and was deemed "that weird foreign kid" in high school, and of course I was ridiculed. I lived alone with my grandmother who raised me, so I had no choice but to get a job as soon as I could. No after school stuff for me, such as sports. So I had my comic books as well. It was mostly Transformers and some other Marvel titles, bu I love reading old stuff and they helped me pass the time in those long dark days when my grandmother died. I also often thought of suicide (sometimes still do) but I had 1 guardian angel who was kind enough to take long hours out of her day and talk to me and be there for me emotionally if not physically. Matter of fact is, I've never even met her, but we know each other better than I know my family or anyone I ever had around me. She told me to count my blessings as well, and to better myself in every way I can.

Sometimes it's hard to keep going, and it gets harder still. But when life starts treating you as a whipping boy, that's when you find out who your real friends are and what you're really made of. All you can do is toughen up and go forward, one step at a time. As Joe Dirt says, "Keep on keepin' on."

I know how you feel man. Just recently, a couple of years ago, my grandmother died. It was a big deal, and hard to swallow, but you still have to live your life to the fullest! (Yes, I know that sounds too touchy.)

Wow. This is one of the most emotional stories I've read.