I told him everything.
I told him that I self harm and I have starved myself and attempted. I told him that he’s the reason that I’m still alive, that I have something to look forward to now, even if it’s just a damn television show. I told him everything and he smiled at me, stood up, and said, “Could you tell me something a little more personal? I’m just kidding.” Then he leaned over and hugged me. He told me he’s glad that I’m alive and that he’s glad he could be a part of the reason I am. He then sat back down and, even though he wasn’t meant to, he personalized my autograph. Misha Collins is one of the nicest, kindhearted people I have ever met, and I couldn’t ask for anything more.