I’m not in a good place mentally.
The truth is, I’m struggling.
But this morning I woke up with one decision:
I’m not quitting.
Even when it feels unbearable.
Even when my mind tells me to give up.
I’m still here. Still fighting. Still choosing to stay.
Suicide is the absence of hope. The hope that the pain will subside. The hope that you aren’t all alone. The hope that there are better days ahead. There is always hope as long as there is life, but with death, all hope is truly gone. Please don’t ever give up hope on yourself.