I’ve written my suicide note 3 different times.

The first time was in October of 2018

The second was December 30th of 2019

The third was this last February

I didn’t go through with it these moments because I knew I had many people who would be devastated I was gone. I-

-didn’t want my family to find me passed out on the bathroom floor, and put them through that pain.

I wanted to take my life because I truly felt that life would be so much better for everyone if I took myself out of the picture, and I still don’t know if that is the case now-

I’m saying this now because I can’t take anymore. I simply can’t because it is eating at me from the inside out. It hurts so much, and I know I’m not the only one who is dealing with mental health issues, this isn’t to gain pity points.

I’m truly sorry if this upsets you in any way. I really am. I’ve been keeping this tucked away for such a long time, without telling anybody. I am sorry for ever thinking about doing these things.

I felt the urge to share, whatever you’d like to call this thread.