I decided not to speak out but the story of Wentworth Miller inspired me to do so. I want to share with you my own story and it might help others in some way. I could write in Vietnamese. However, I feel more comfortable to say things like this in English. Hope you guys can patiently read through. I have suffered from depression. Yes, it was hard to admit you suffer from something but in the end, you still have to face your problem anyway. I used to mistake my situation as some kind of stress from work. So when I quit my last job, I slowly started to understand that things were more complicated. As Miller, I counted on food, mostly junk food. I gained weight, a lot. People around saw me as a person being lazy. Yes, I don't deny it. I think I turned into food for comfort which I used to do in the past. There was a time I ate and slept most of the day. When eating, things were off my mind for a little while. Sometimes, I went out to meet friends. I smiled a lot and I was not faking at all. It's just who I am. Then the body image issue has gotten me stronger than ever. I kept eating because it made me feel good even though I was smart enough to understand how bad this habit was for my physical health. Luckily, I didn't count on drug or alcohol. I was fat. I was ashamed of my body. Whenever I looked into a mirror, I tried to tell myself that I was doing fine. Yes, it worked, most of the time. I questioned myself more often. I questioned my body parts if they were good enough. I tried to find the validation from others that I wanted to hear. I know there is nothing wrong with me but I needed that saying from others. Have I ever thought of committing suicide? No, I haven't because I have my family, my friends and my dreams I still want to make them come true someday. All of those let me know that I'm worthy. Things are getting better. I changed my diet, changed my habit, go running... Now I count on cooking for comfort instead of eating unhealthy food. I know there are people out there with situations which are worse than mine a thousand times. I'm learning to deal with my problems and so are they, day by day. All I wanted to say through my story is that if you can be nice, be nice. There are people out there on the verse of killing themselves, which need to know they are worthy even from a stranger. Whatever you do, whatever you say or comment, remember there is someone trying to find the reason to live. People are not looking for your enthusiasm but for your respect. You and I, we are not perfect but we can be better to ourselves and to others.