Anything But Selfish
I sincerely believed that my living, NOT my dying, was the selfish act.
Topic: suicide
I sincerely believed that my living, NOT my dying, was the selfish act.
Today had become the most unfamiliar of days for me.
Suicidal thoughts are insidious. They penetrate and infect you to the core.
Hope. It’s a concept I’ve long rejected. I’ve seen it as only a setup for disappointment, only wishful thinking.
No one told me that I could simultaneously feel guilty for wanting to take my own life yet grateful that I didn’t.
When you said those words, I shattered into a million pieces.
This was not the end of my story, it was only a brief interlude.
Sometimes it isn’t a grandiose, life-altering thing that brings a person back from the brink.
I want to be angry at a disease, a car accident, something.
There are days I don't want to miss.

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