I was 15 years old when I first attempted suicide. I sat in the dark with a handful of medication and downed one after the other.
Abuse, rejection, depression and anxiety, all contributed and culminated in me deciding, after years of struggling, that it simply wasn’t worth it anymore.
It wasn’t worth it to wake up, only to wish all day that I wasn’t there. It wasn’t worth it to keep fighting to feel OK, when nothing around me was.
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