"It was a Thursday night, and I remember sitting on my bathroom floor weeping, thinking to myself, “I wonder how long it will take them to notice?”

I was 16, newly licensed, playing high school basketball and club volleyball, attending agility training twice a week, trying to maintain my grades and social life, and extremely tired.

Was I being dramatic?

Maybe. (My mother always told me I “had a flare for the dramatics.”) 

But, whether I was dramatic or not, I was stressed and I did not know how to ask for help."

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