I think about suicide almost every day. I posted recently about just giving up in general. Apathy take me. I don’t think I’d ever kill myself. My mom is mostly what keeps me here. But sometimes it just seems like it’s what I want. It increasingly becomes a more serious thought. It starts to feel like a good idea. But then I doubt myself and think I’m just fantasizing. That it’s some internal drama. That I’d be wasting someone’s time with it. Then I don’t say anything to anyone. Nobody in my life knows that I feel this way, and that feels lonely.
When do you cross the line where it’s important to reach out?