Husband thinks I’m fine. Everyone thinks I’m fine.
I’m not fine. I’ve never been fine. No one wants to hear when you aren’t fine. I am never fine.
I’ve known for years exactly where I would jump. If things get too bad. If I really can’t handle it. It’s a bridge that is high enough but just in case I survive the fall, I’d fall onto a highway. Hopefully that would take care of it. I’ve also thought about backing that up with drugs but I don’t have access to anything I could OD on.
I have felt this way my entire life.