Waking up every single morning with thoughts of self hatred and continued depression from horrific dreams is something that anyone would surely want peace from. I wake up thinking ‘I can’t honestly go through another day in my own head’? But the cycle continues and I continue to exist knowing that both myself and loved ones have had enough. The answer is as clear as day and it must be done in a way that doesn’t cause pain upon those that have only tried to help. I’m so fucking tired.