I burnt the suicide notes I had prepared.
Things are not great.
Paranoia is at an all time high
But
I am going to do 2016.
That’s a start.
I burnt the suicide notes I had prepared.
Things are not great.
Paranoia is at an all time high
But
I am going to do 2016.
That’s a start.
I was looking through some old notebooks & I stumbled upon this letter. It surprised me how hard it was to read it. I am grateful that I am no longer in that awful place, but I am terrified of going back there.
For the important ones,
I’m gone. If my death was avoidable, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t stronger. I apologise for anything you feel I’ve robbed you of & the hurt I’ve caused. I do love you all, I’m do very sorry that wasn’t enough.
My days are often bright, but I never feel completely safe. My dark cloud can return at any time, always threatening to bully me into submission. I’m writing this because I’m almost certain I won’t survive another storm.
There’s nothing any of you could have done. I’m broken. The damage is irreversible. I can’t get back. Any peace I’ve found is not sustainable. I’m tired & I’m sad. I know I may soon lie down.
I’ll miss you all, take care of each other.