I’m new here, but I’ve felt suicidal on and off for as long as I can remember. I used to think it was my imagination, that it would go away with time, a book, meeting new people, so I used my imagination, and pretended I was okay.
But every year my birthday comes and I surprise myself, thinking, wow, I’ve lived this long, and secretly, I regret it.
With every year I have learned to imitate being okay, but everyday I go home and turn into me. Me, who was abused and raped repeatedly as a child and teen, me who couldn’t afford to be “pro-life” […]