I am so ready to stop, but I keep going. Driving to visit my Uncle dying of cancer yesterday, I wished he could die peacefully instead of wasting away in a place where he is barely living. I know that my brain is sick, my medication is enough to keep me level, but not enough to keep thoughts of suicide away.
I want to get away from my family’s problems, everyone needing me when they don’t realize I just can’t take their problems anymore. But I care too much. I feel guilty for wishing no one would call me again with any of their […]