Recovery Doesn’t Have an Expiration Date
Suicidal thoughts and self-harm urges do not define me. The ups and downs of my recovery do not define me. The worry that I'm disappointing my family does not define me.
Topic: suicidal ideation
Suicidal thoughts and self-harm urges do not define me. The ups and downs of my recovery do not define me. The worry that I'm disappointing my family does not define me.
I stuttered, “I…I’m suicidal.” I nearly passed out as those words fell from my lips.
It’s hard to look back to those moments when I truly did not want to live. It’s difficult to admit you’ve had an honest desire to end your life.
I’m no stranger to suicidal ideation. I hate calling it that, because it sounds so much more intense than what I feel, which is a passive wish to no longer exist.
None of this is easy, but it is worth it.
How you feel right now is not your forever.
It’s time to start reminding ourselves why we’re alive in the first place, and what good can still come even in the midst of our darkest moments.
Unweighted and unassuming, here I stand.
Nearly every day, I imagine the many ways in which I could die. Or I list off, in my head, the reasons why I should be dead.
I learned how to call the hotline on my own. I learned how to Google the names fallen and the sites to go to for help and the cues to look for by myself.
My point in telling you this story is to convey how I tried literally everything I could think of in order to rid myself of depression.
I am more than a diagnosis, and I don’t have to pick between labels.
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