Some of us I think are prone to revisiting the same dark places. Maybe down to past traumas that stay with us, genes that we inherit or God knows what is responsible. I don’t actually think thoughts of suicide are uncommon.
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You know that feature on Facebook where it brings up memories from previous years?
Well, it dug up this photo of me, from August 2013.
I took one look at it and remembered. 87967
by ending the stigma, we will make it safe for people to talk about it. And talking could very well be the first step to saving a life.
I have actively tried, very hard to plod on. I have found happy moments, and I now see so much more of the beauty in the world.
You will get tired of being sick. That’s ok. Totally ok. Own it. Take time. Rest. And get back to work.
…every day I decide to live, another person, someone, chooses to die. Their struggle is my struggle, but they have now gone while I still have a chance…
For some of us, it is because we are searching…searching for something, some place that we are not quite sure of or how to get to. And sometimes it is because some of us have never managed to be truly happy.
It is by complete coincidence that I'm posting this on World Suicide Prevention Day.
I drafted this post last week because I was looking at my google analytics, and saw that among the top searches that led to my blog was 'Fibromyalgia and wanting to die.'
It's not uncommon that people
I can see that you have lost hope. You have not been yourself lately. I see your tears, and I noticed that you no longer smile.
I wanted to tell you that you’re not alone.
Two years ago, when my brokenness and despair climbed to unimaginable heights I decided to end
As always I am thinking about purpose. Alot of things about it.
I don't know if the same is true for anyone else who has walked in my shoes, but everytime I have seriously considered suicide or acted towards it, I always wondered what the world would be like without me.