The worst part about a failed suicide attempt is the aftermath. Home from the hospital and my parents were just so sad and quiet around me. They don't even want to talk because they think they’ll trigger me to do something again, I think. But when I was laying in that hospital bed I started thinking of all the things I wanted to do in my life that I almost robbed myself of doing. I want to travel and see the world. I want to go to eat all kinds of food from different cultures. I want to get my degree so that I can help other people. I didn’t want to die, I wanted to start living.
I think it's that way with a lot of people. I can literally do anything I want to in life and not my parents nor anyone else can stop me from doing them. I don't know. I'm just so happy to be alive right now. I'm really thankful to be alive.
I thought that this was just going to be another one of my shit posts but I’m so happy this one got around. Thankyou to everyone who has messaged and anyone who chose to share their story of recovery with me. Each and every single one of you inspire me.
I think it's that way with a lot of people. I can literally do anything I want to in life and not my parents nor anyone else can stop me from doing them. I don't know. I'm just so happy to be alive right now. I'm really thankful to be alive.
I thought that this was just going to be another one of my shit posts but I’m so happy this one got around. Thankyou to everyone who has messaged and anyone who chose to share their story of recovery with me. Each and every single one of you inspire me.
