Suicide.
It never seems to come up until it happens near us. Until it’s thrown in our face. But it’s everywhere. The person you bumped into today, the person who mows your lawn, the person who took your order, the person who sits behind you in math class.
Me.
The first time I had something similar to a suicidal thought I was 4. The next memory I have is when I’m 9. But it only became something real and tangible when I was 14. The last time I thought about it was two weeks ago.
But I battled it, and I killed it.
I don’t have the words to make it all go away. I don’t have the words to make you see that you need to learn to love yourself. I don’t have the words to save you.
All I have is my story.
So talk to me.
And learn from me. Be braver than me. Ask for help.
