Please Note: This Story Discusses Suicide...
When I look back to this time last year- I wanted to die. I did everything to hurt myself. I cut my wrists, I starved myself and I made several attempts to end my life. I had no future and no life and I wanted it all to end.
I don't know exactly what happened between then and now, but now I know that self- destruction is no longer the answer- even if it does look tempting at times.
I feel stronger now than I ever did before, because I know that I have survived one of the worst times in my life and I know that I did it myself. Yes, people came in and out of life to help me for short periods of time, but I know that there is a part of me that is strong and that is what got me here.
When I talked about suicide and depression, people used to say to me: "think of your family"; "think of your friends". But, selfish as it sounds, I couldn't survive for them. I had to survive for me.
I know that I am no cured and I still have a lot of problems, but now I know how to recognise and deal with them.
My mental illnesses no longer define me. They are a part of who I am and they are what has made me strong.
Last year, I never thought I would make it to my next birthday. But I'm still here. I made it.
I will make a future for myself and I will survive. Not for anyone else but for me.
I am strong.
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