
Don’t Do What I Did — Surviving Suicidal Thoughts
This was not a suicide attempt. This was the precursor. This was the consideration. I should’ve called a helpline. Or texted. Or called my psychiatrist.
This was not a suicide attempt. This was the precursor. This was the consideration. I should’ve called a helpline. Or texted. Or called my psychiatrist.
Getting ready to transition out of high school, I am learning much about myself, what makes me happy and most notably about how I undercut
As soon as the lights turned down after intermission, my life truly began. Normally, screaming bothers me, but not that night. The screams made me