Let’s talk about this for a second.
I often wondered if it mattered IF I were still here. Yes, these thoughts crossed my mind. Even when I took the pills and had that barrel in my hand. Believe it or not, that was me.
Are you shocked? Did you have any idea? Probably not because I hid it well. That’s what we do. We smile and try to convince people that we are ok when we are not.
I dont want pity. We don’t want pity. No one knows what it is like to live in our heads.
All we ask is to just be there when we are crying. When we call. When we are quite.
This article just tore me up. It is scary and shameful to say ...I am just so glad that none of my attempts worked. Now I need to help others.....that Is what is what I believe God has left me here to do. https://havokjournal.com/culture/morning-after/