I’ve tried asking for help. Yesterday I outright said, “I’m getting ready to jump off a bridge.”
There wasn’t a reaction. I was honestly considering doing it. I was wishing and on the ground screaming in my head.
“Why am I forced to live? Why can’t I just die. What’s the damn point? Let me die. Let me die!” I’ve fallen asleep like that and the moment I wake up I feel so much dread at the thought that I had to wake up. That I have to deal with another day and no one understands. Why does she not say anything useful when I tell her […]