| As somebody who have been in and out mental hospitals, this is very familiar. At one point in my early twenties, I was literally thinking about killing myself every single waking second. Finally I decided to throw in the towel, and got around to planning my end. Sat there, ran through various scenarios in my head. All the way up to putting the gun in my mouth and pulling the trigger. My imagination always terminated in blackness. Nothingness. Then I realized I didn’t want to die, but didn’t want to live this way. And promised myself that I would do everything in my power to heal. It took me about 15 years to get where I am now. Stable and mostly at peace with myself, but it was an arduous and painful journey - with many terrifying moments where I couldn’t see a way out. I’m incredibly grateful that I managed to figure it out and I wouldn’t wish that agony on anybody. |