TW: SUICIDAL THOUGHTS/ACTIONS, MENTAL ILLNESS, DEPRESSION. BLOOD, ANXIETY. Be advised.
It was a sunny day, incredibly sunny. The sky was so blue it almost seemed unreal,like from a painting. The warmth was intoxicating as I stretched out by the pool, red streaming out of my arm and pooling on the ground. My vision swirled as my breath grew short. A strange sense of relief flooded through me as I struggled for breath. I escaped. The pain is going to be gone soon...soon...
But the fear struck as I remembered that sky and the warmth of life, how everything felt more as I faded. Like the world was begging me to stay. I wanted to scream out but couldn’t... this can’t be it.
My eyes shot open. I was laying in the dark on my bedroom floor, recovering from a panic attack or depressive episode, both maybe. I couldn’t tell you anymore. This spiral felt like it was going on for so long, even though it was probably just a few days. I barely slept, my eating was on and off, and all I felt was pain. This never ending black hole of pain. I curled up into the fetal position, pulling myself as close as possible. I felt as if nothing could comfort me if I thought that was my escape. I was scared of myself. When was this going to end? What if I do go too far?
I didn’t want to go, but what was holding me here? It all didn’t feel worth it. It all seemed so bleak and endless...and I was just a burden to everyone else. They were better off.
I felt so suffocated as a lump started to form in my throat. The tears started flow freely now. I felt so lonely, who would want to deal with me? I just cried myself to exhaustion, eventually dragging myself to bed in the clothes I was still wearing from class.
I was so defeated, exhaustion taking a hold of me, ironically the only thing saving me from myself. I put on some music and allowed the sound to carry me off to a fitful sleep, my mantra playing like a silent prayer:
Based on a true story, unfortunately or fortunately, a bit of both, my rock bottom happened during college when everything just hit, all that I went through and I had to deal with it. I was so lucky to have friends who noticed something was very wrong and push me to get help. It then took a long time to convince myself to get help and then just be open enough to accept it. It’s a process. But it is so worth it. Even though I still have work to do, I’m happy with the progress( some days).
The reason I wrote this is that it’s already bad enough to have these thoughts without everyone in society having an opinion or for the topic to be so taboo. I just hope that if you are feeling such pain that you know there is no shame and that you are not alone. YOU ARE NOT ALONE. This blog welcomes you with open arms, wherever you are in your mental health journey. You got this.
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