As It Was #SuicidalThoughts #Suicide #CheckInWithMe #SuicideAttemptSurvivors #MentalHealth #Depression #numbness
I almost ended my life about a half hour ago. But I failed because I was too exhausted. I’m coming back around now, but I still somewhat wish I wasn’t alive. Nobody knows about this, and I’m not going to tell anyone, because if nobody has ever cared enough to ask if I’m ok, they must not care enough to help me. People with mental health struggles just try to tell me they’ve felt the same way I have, or just brush it off because they’ve normalized pain, and people with relatively good lives just freak out and want to stay away from me. "How are you" is usually an empty question, even from my friends. I’m more than done with pain, and done feeling nothing. My suffering may come to an end eventually, but it’ll be far too late by then…