I was 8 years old when I first started thinking about suicide.
Ild pictured myself hanged in the woods. That no one would find me for days because no one cared or knew who I was. At 8 years old imagining how many people would never miss me. How life would be perfectly fine without me.
I was 12 when I first cut myself. My mom thought it was for attention. I still have multiple scars on my wrist.
I was 23 when I got pregnant. I was married. And almost every day of my pregnancy I thought about driving my car into a building. To this day, with or […]