It was our sophomore year in high school. At this point, my best friend and I were friends for about three years now.

We were alike in a million different ways and we even watched the same YouTubers and took really cringy pictures together. Another way we were alike was we both struggled and by struggled, I mean we both struggled with depression.

We were very open with each other when it came to this. We told each other when we were having a bad day and we really tried to cheer each other up and sometimes it didn't work and sometimes it did.

One night before school, my best friend had told me that she had ultimately reached her breaking point and she wrote her suicide note.

I had no idea what to do. I mean, what are you supposed to do when someone tells you that? I didn't know. I did my best to reassure her in any way that I could and I hoped and I prayed that I would see her the next morning at school.

And I did.

I saw her at school the next morning. But the fact that I knew she wrote that note haunted me and I didn't know what to do. In fact, it bothered me that entire day. I went back and forth about it. I mean, she did show up at school, so maybe she just had a bad day. But what would I do if she was just saving it for later? I had no idea what her intentions were, but I knew what I had to do and that was tell someone. So I did.

That day, I went to my guidance counselor in tears.

I cried because I felt like I was tattling on my best friend and I knew she was going to be so mad at me and probably never talk to me again for telling someone about it when she trusted me enough to tell me. I was so scared. I didn't want this to ruin our friendship, but I knew something in my gut was telling me that someone had to know.

I told the counselor and went back to class.

I felt relieved, but I was also so scared to know what was going to happen next. After that class ended, there was only one class left for the day and we both had that class together. On my way to that class, I saw her in the hallway walking in the opposite direction. She was hysterical and I knew exactly why. I remember she said, "Well... my mom knows now" and I couldn't say anything because what was I going to say? "Oh, by the way, I told on you"? I truly felt like I got punched in the stomach.

I was worried the rest of that day.

She never came to class and she never texted me or anything. I got on the bus to go home and I remember that I made a Facebook status saying how worried I was that I did something awful. I forgot that she got a text every time I posted on Facebook. She saw it and texted me and although I can't remember exactly what she said, I do know that she basically told me it was alright and I didn't feel like everything was alright because I pretty much told on her.

But, what I've realized almost four years later is that I'm so glad I told someone.

I don't think I could've lived with myself if she would've gone through with it while I knew about it. And, in a sense, I think I saved her life. She was able to overcome depression and she was in such a better mindset from that point on and I know it was hard for her to do that.

If you know someone who is struggling with depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, or anything of that sort, do not debate about it. Tell someone.

You'll probably go back and forth on it just like I did, but think about it this way: What if you were in my situation and you didn't tell someone? Could you imagine how you would've felt if your friend committed suicide and you knew about it all along?

Please trust me on this one. You will not be an awful friend. You will not be the worst person on the face of this planet.

Please tell someone before it's too late.