I told my sister I was sick and she didn’t believe me. Not until I mailed her a suicide note and travelled to a far away destination where I booked a cottage to kill myself. She sent me a lot of texts telling me how much she loved me but it was too late. Ingested the poison but was discovered by one of the custodians, rushed to hospital and later shipped back home where I was committed to a psyche ward.
All this happened 2 months ago. I am still here and still standing. Trying to recover from that nasty experience is not an easy task. Finding motivation is equally hard. Sometimes I just lay on my bed and stare into oblivion and before I know it, the day just goes by. I am stll trying to figure out how to re-animate as a man again but not sure where to start. Every option seemingly tappers off to a dead end. Has any one here been through this phase where they are unsure of what really want out of Life?? I feel like an outcast, I feel so misplaced, am I supposed to be on this Planet???