I know that people in my life, at work etc. will wonder why I took my own life. Suicide seems to be viewed as a tragic loss, especially by those who don’t suffer from depression but I feel that once hope is truly lost, it should be considered as finally being set free from the cage of mental anguish, the ending of all the misery and suffering that someone has endured. To succeed is the ultimate goal but I personally fear failure and rather than the endless sleep I seek, will it be the torment of waking up to the knowledge that I’ll continue to endure this life. I do know one thing though and that is, I have to try.
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You said it all for me
The darkness is death – we can speak, but we are not heard. We can scream but they turn their backs. We can run, but we cannot catch them. It is the dream where arms and legs won’t work they way they should, and the air is too thick to breathe. Loved ones walk a mile ahead, forgetting to stop as we fall behind. This is the reality of the darkness. We are buried alive inside ourselves. ”
– Dana-Christene Umanetz