I am 45. I first wanted to die when I was 18. I had children so that I would be tethered to this world, and I will honor that commitment. I will not kill myself, but I fantasize about if. I slide into the noose. Could I do it hard enough to break my neck? Probably not, but in my fantasy I can.
For 15 years, I’ve been psychologically abused by my husband. It only become physical a few times, because I could control him. That was my fantasy, but I realized that I can’t control him, and he is harming my children with his […]
