I am 46. That’s pretty old compared to most of you. The first time I thought about suicide was in high school. I often regret not following through at that age because it would have been so much less complicated–so fewer people to hurt. I am now married with 3 kids. They keep me here because I don’t want to hurt them. But when I get really low, I can even put them aside and go through the motions of hurting myself (that’s what my therapist calls it). I think in reality I know that I just want to escape the mistakes I’ve made, the […]