I write this as I sit alone in a darkened room. Over and over different thoughts come and go as they please inside my head. Ups and downs, sensations that I’ve felt before and some that are new. Alongside them I feel a desperation, a need, a longing. Something to help me break out of this.Â
As I think more I question my own sanity, my own existence.
Beside me is the suicide letter I wrote to my little brother when I felt a point in my desperation which I felt I could not recover from. In it I spoke to him, he’s only a little kid […]