My life isn’t terrible. In fact, I should be quite happy. No intense pressures, people who love me, I’ve done well for myself and escaped a dysfunctional family.
But the suicidal thoughts are never far away. When I am driving I think about not responding to a curve and letting the car go off the road. Sometimes I find myself in front of the medicine cabinet staring at the bottles. I think of guns and imagine myself pulling the trigger. I’ve recently started hitting myself.
I never think about what it would be like for those left behind.
I’m not afraid of dying. I don’t believe in an […]