I write suicide letters in my head sometimes. Like today, on a 3 hour drive home. I think about who would want an explanation, who deserves one. The thought of actually doing anything to render those letters true always makes me weep! This is why I know I’d never bring myself to ever need to create them. But still, I write suicide letters in my head sometimes. I’ve addressed a few to God. Asking him why he thinks I’m so strong? Why he keeps giving me loads to carry? I ask him to bring me to safety. I beg Him to send someone to protect me. He hasn’t read those yet. Nonetheless, His comforting presence keeps me from actual pen and paper. And still, I write suicide letters in my head sometimes.
“This life. This night. Your story. Your pain. Your hope. It matters. All of it matters.” — Jamie Tworkowski
Don’t give up. Lets keep going, together. Please!