Suicide is not an option.
Or at least that's usually the next thought in my head after wanting to kill myself. I could probably debate all the reasons why I shouldn't for hours but I'll always come back to the same conclusion - that I won't do it, but if I had an opportunity to die,
I would probably take it.
I usually fantasize about death at least once a day, but it's usually way more than that. I know I probably shouldn't be thinking or writing any of this but I'm too scared to go to therapy. I don't know if it's my anxiety or my desire to never speak about anything personal ever, but I don't want to go.
But I also do want to go.
I want to feel lighter. I want to be carefree. I want to be able to function regularly and not feel like taking a shower is a huge accomplishment that should be rewarded with confetti cannons and crowds of cheering strangers. I want to be able to speak without clamming up and feeling like someone has their hands wrapped around my throat and heart.
I want to be able to communicate.
I want to live.

























