09 12 / 2011

This is exactly how I felt for about 9 months, from September 2009 to about May 2010. I had no intention of suicide, but I had lost almost every desire to live. I used to half-hope I’d get hit by a car on my way to school, or that I’d fall asleep and never wake up. And this wasn’t just once or twice… It was every single day for months. Luckily, there was a small bit of hope. Don’t know where it came from or why, but I held onto it with all of my might.  And here I am; ever so grateful to be alive.

This is exactly how I felt for about 9 months, from September 2009 to about May 2010.

I had no intention of suicide, but I had lost almost every desire to live. I used to half-hope I’d get hit by a car on my way to school, or that I’d fall asleep and never wake up. And this wasn’t just once or twice… It was every single day for months.

Luckily, there was a small bit of hope. Don’t know where it came from or why, but I held onto it with all of my might. 

And here I am; ever so grateful to be alive.

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