I Was Bitterly Resentful, But Somehow Greatly

I Wish I Could Explain It So Someone Could Understand It. I'm Afraid It's Something I Can't Put Into Words. There's Just This Heavy, Overwhelming Despair - Dreading Everything. Dreading Life. Empty Inside, To The Point Of Numbness. It's Like There's Something Already Dead Inside. My Whole Being Has Been Pulling Back Into That Void For Months. (81)

Anyone Who Suggests That Coming Back From Suicidal Despair Is A Straightforward Journey Has Never Taken It.

I, Quite Literally, Woke Up From A Coma, From Having Tried To Kill Myself And It Was Very Clear To Me What My Psychiatrist Had Been Saying For Years. The Choice Is Not Between A Drug That Has Side Effects Or Not, Life Is Not Ideal. Yes, Your Drug Has Side Effects And Yes If You Don't Take It You're Going To Die.

I Realized That It Was Not That I Didn’t Want To Go On Without Him. I Did. It Was Just That I Didn’t Know Why I Wanted To Go On

It Took Me Far Too Long To Realize That Lost Years And Relationships Cannot Be Recovered. That Damage Done To Oneself And Others Cannot Always Be Put Right Again.