I didn’t think I would ever be writing this story. In fact, this is exactly the kind of story that I would have turned my nose up at when I was struggling the most.
But now that I’m here, I understand the importance of telling these stories, and how it may give just one person the hope to hold on.
I had been chronically suicidal for my whole life, since childhood. When I was too young to remember, I told my mom I couldn’t wait to “die and go up to heaven to live with Jesus.” Of my earliest memories, I mostly remember desperately wanting to be somewhere else, anywhere else.Read more on themighty.com