I’m 30 now and have a family. I have a wife, a son, a house (rented), a car, a job. I still remember the very first time I wished I was dead. And I’m exhausted because 20 years later, not a day goes by when I don’t still feel like that. Sometimes it will just be a fleeting thought and sometimes it will be an entire day of wrestling with my own psyche to overpower those feelings.
I remember having those ‘wish I’d never been born’ feelings. I was about 10. I was bullied. At home, at school, in the street. I guess I was always […]