Since I was in grade 8, I’ve contemplated suicide. I think about it almost every day, the thing that triggers it is so stupid, too.
I’ll be reading a book, and there will be a scene where the mother is really nice, loving and close to the child.
So, then I start thinking about my mother, thinking about how she’s never said those beautiful, kind, loving words to me. Ever.
Then, it escalates more, I start thinking about more painful memories or thoughts.
And sometimes if I’m lucky, the emotional pain turns slowly into stomach pains, I don’t even know how that works… but it […]
