I’m what you would call a “high functioning” suicidal person. I’m able to force myself out of bed, get cleaned up, do just enough at work to not get fired, and make it home to my family at the end of the day.
I can feel the end of all this approaching soon. My family cannot see it, as I’m pretty good at hiding my feelings. But I know everything is about to fall apart.
Every day it’s harder and harder for me to perform at work. All I can think about is how much I just want to stop existing. Any day now word will come […]