In the short amount of time I've been alive, I've dealt with more than I should have. I've thought about/attempted suicide, I've hurt myself, I've hurt others, I've suffered.
I don't claim to speak for everyone but I think I have enough experience to share my opinion when people say, 'when someone commits suicide, they don't think about how it affects others'. Because here's the thing, what if they do think about how it will affect other people? What if they do think about how much it will crush their family, how much it will make their friends cry, how sad it will make everybody? What if it keeps them alive a lot longer than they wanted to be? But one day... everything is too much. The pain, the emotions, the thoughts, the suffering. It all becomes too much to bear. How it affects others isn't enough to keep them here anymore - nothing is. Not having to live through the pain seems a lot better than suffering just for the sake of others.
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Mental Health Journal / Venting
Não FicçãoThis is a safe place for me to express my deepest, darkest thoughts to people without being afraid of judgement. I hope that this can inspire people to write about how they feel too because it has really helped me with my mental health. By sharing t...
