I’ve had three failed suicide attempts over the years, twice in my teens, once in my late twenties. Each time no one should have been there, it should have worked. Living since then with the humiliation of a reluctant survivor, I’ve always felt cheated. While life has improved on many fronts since then, and by all accounts I really should have nothing to complain about, suicidal ideation still haunts me on a regular basis. I can’t help but feeling that I need to finally see this through. I didn’t ask to be brought into this world, I reserve the right to exit.
My therapist asked what […]
