I’m sorry to trouble you with my problems. I’m sorry for having you deal with anything related to my issues. I’m sorry for putting any of this on you. There are turns and every other turn is suicide or self harm. Every other turn is some kind of way out. I don’t know which turn to take, but I know I will take a turn. So I’m sorry if I take the wrong turn since I’m bad at directions.
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If only we had a fucking map. it’s like stumbling around in a corn maze at midnight.
You’re troubling no one. You’re not “putting” anything on anyone. We’re here. We want to listen. We want to help. You matter. I’ve been there… a thousand times. Somewhere along the line my coping mechanisms glitched-out from overuse and it seemed like every other day was a chance at a “wrong turn.” But here’s the thing… you’re in the driver’s seat. Whatever your situation, you don’t have to stay in it. Whatever the cause for your hopelessness, doesn’t have to define you or your future. There’s a silver lining somewhere… a metaphorical pot of gold at the end of a metaphorical rainbow. Create your own map. Follow it. Get there. By the way that you write/express yourself I can tell that you’re intelligent, passionate and inquisitive. I believe in you.