I would consider myself an enthusiastic, outgoing and involved person — that’s why when some selected people found out I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety, they didn’t believe me.
“Went out to the garage and found my husband. He had hanged himself.”
This is real life. The real life where people are afraid or unable to get help but does not change the fact that they need it. This is about a world that needs to change how they view and deal with mental illness.
He urged for anyone considering suicide to get the help they need while telling his very personal, extremely heartbreaking story.
I still think that this bruise inside of me, this dull ache beneath my ribs, will never go away. I know I am allowed to be deeply sad; that we are all allowed to be this deeply sad, still, after all these years.
It got to the point where I could not even look at myself in the mirror without feeling humiliated for the person who I was.
Sleepless nights and lonely days—this was not my definition of living. Then why did I continue? Why didn’t I kill myself when I had the chance?
“What doesn’t kill you really does make you stronger.”
“I can’t live with what I did to that little girl. You can find most of her body buried in the garden.”
Most importantly, it is unacceptable to think you don’t matter. Of course, you do. I know you matter because I’m learning that I matter too.