WhenÂ I don’t take myÂ Meds IÂ lose track of my myself. I sink in to a depression. The darkness takes over. All I can think of is my demons. All the mistakes I’ve made, the people I’ve hurt, those who I’ve lost are stuck in my head. The memories replaying again and again untilÂ I want to die.
I hate all those how rant about how suicide is a sin. I think they just fear death and that makes them feel weak. They hide their weakness behind walls of hate.
Suicide is not a sin. It is not a weakness. It takes strength to do. So many times I have wishÂ I was strong to do it.
In the end though something always pulls me back, saving me from myÂ darkness. I think of the people I love, the pain I’d leave them, and I keep going. I keep living.