Around 9am today I will be on my way for the first time to my aunts grave. She committed suicide two years ago February 25th. Last time I saw her she was in her casket at the funeral. The feeling of seeing her grave is very overwhelming. The fact it took me two years to get enough courage to go see it really gets to me. Her death was very difficult for me to go through. Once she died, apart of my Heart, Soul and Happiness died too. Im no longer the same person I was two years ago. It's a struggle every day for me not to follow in her footsteps. The every lasting depression and sadness makes it difficult to live life now. If one day i too die by my own hands, Im forever sorry to those who care for me, some people just can't escape the deep dark sadness and pain that comes with depression.
