Sitting in the car crying because I just want to die. I hate who I am, it’s no wonder nobody gives a shit. I hate this. PLESSE JUST FUCKING LET ME DIE.
This post is for all of you who have survived the urge to end your life, either coming out the other side or still fighting to stay alive.
I noticed how when someone has a physical illness such as cancer, and they come out the other side or even remission, they are able to celebrate surviving. I think all of the survivors of being suicidal should too.
Congratulations, and keep on fighting.