I am successful in life. I am educated with a prestigious job, have lots of friends, relatively healthy (under the influence of pysch meds), a great family, and a semi-flawed boyfriend. I’ve got everything I need in life. I am the envy of my friends and cousins.
Little do they know that I have this massive self-loathing and a perpetual wish to kill myself. It never goes away. Even when I am working or out with friends, I would picture throwing myself in a busy road or taking all the pills and capsules I could find. But I know the latter does not work too well, […]