pills and Jesus
I am now doing what I told myself I would do months ago.
It's what I wanted to do years ago, but the timing wasn't right.
I've talked about my struggle with depression and anxiety with close friends, family, and a few groups at various camps.
But in my whole life of struggling with this disease,
I have never said the words that have haunted me my whole life.
The words that I denied for so long,
and ignored because I was "fine."
I am a suicide attempt surviver and I am going to talk about the damn thing.
Every time I do talk about it, it amazes me how many people were in my exact shoes.
So many people sat in the hospital bed like I did.
So many people were and are ashamed of what happened to them.
And so many family members and loved ones are confused.
I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel and I am going to tell everyone and anyone I can.
I am going to freaking talk about it.