Three years ago, in this exact month, I was released from a mental health facility. I had been in the behavioral health/psychiatric ward for a month for trying to commit suicide by a car on the west side of Chicago. I was 8 months pregnant, had no job, my relationships with friends and family weren’t the best and I had given up all hope at that point. Months before, I had suffered from thoughts of anger, pain, disappointment, and death.