I stumbled accross this site by accident while researching something totally unrelated and when I saw the first post the hair stood up on the back of my neck. I am an attempted suicide survivor. I was a baby, 16- and thought I knew so much about life. I grew up in the most horrifically abusive home possible, was an addict by 13, etc. The problem with youth is that despite what you think: you know NOTHING about life yet. The increadible sorrow and lonliness you feel now  will be a distant memory when you feel the increadible joy of seeing your children being born, or watching the […]