I tried many years ago to commit suicide and obviously it was unsuccessful. Since then, I have lived and experienced more memories. Some good, but mostly bad. In fact, recently they have been some of the worst. Now, as I wake up everyday I wonder why didn’t it work those years ago. Everyday I fantasize about it and feel a deep pain my chest and am unable to breathe. Sometimes I’m eating dinner and I avoid eye contact with my family so they can’t see the tears stream down my face. And I pray everyday that tomorrow doesn’t come. But I know it will. And I know I won’t try again, but they say history repeats itself. Or does it…
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History only repeats itself if you allow it to. I know it hurts and it’s hard. I think about my failures every day and resolve to use them, to learn from them, to make me stronger. I’m not saying I have my days I wish I were gone. They’re fewer though.
Have you talked to anyone about this?
Yes. You…