I feel like i need to come clean. But I can’t talk to anyone without terrifying repercussions.
I want help, but help might be taking away every reason I have to live for.
What happens to suicidal people who reach out for help?
I’ve tried talking to therapists. After an hour (an expensive hour) most look at me wide eyed with shock. “That’s where you teach? Those are the kids you work with? What do you do when you don’t feel safe at work?”
Or sympathetic, “I’m so sorry that you are losing the use of your legs. It must be awful to be in pain all the […]