It’s not that I don’t love my friends or my family. I think that’s one of the biggest misconceptions about people who commit or attempt suicide: that they’re not thinking about all the people they’re leaving behind. In fact, if it weren’t for my mother, I don’t know if I would have made it this far. But it’s getting to the point where I need more than just the occasional phone call or lunch date or study session, and I have no real reason to expect that there will ever be more than that.
At this point, I still get out of bed every morning. I […]