I’m not planning anything right now, just longing for rest and peace from this weary old life. I’m worn out–mentally, physically, emotionally. My brain and endocrine system are broken down, and it’s hard as hell to get any help. And it’s lonely because so few people know what it’s like to be so deeply exhausted and weary.
On my best days, I can put on a smile and can almost care about what’s going on around me. On those days, when I get out around people, I look and act pretty normal. That makes it all the harder for people to understand how little life I have left in me.
I just wish to god there was a way to find rest and peace without having to hurt others. Suicide is so painful to those who are left behind. That is the only reason I’m still here.