Redefining Success in Order to Stay Alive
I lived on a hamster wheel, in constant fear that I would lose everything I had earned if I dared to stop and take a break.
Topic: suicide
I lived on a hamster wheel, in constant fear that I would lose everything I had earned if I dared to stop and take a break.
How do we hold onto hope, when everything seems bleak?
I still have days where I struggle with simply existing.
The story of my attempted suicide wasn't the entire story of my life...
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 made this for you, friend. I hope it reminds you that no moments are worthless.
I didn’t understand why he fell silent when I cried or the blank look that overtook his face when I had a breakdown. I didn’t understand his resistance to things like therapy and psychiatry.
I stuttered, “I…I’m suicidal.” I nearly passed out as those words fell from my lips.
Your empathy will go a long way in assisting our perceptions of ourselves and the world around us.
There’s something powerful about coming out to yourself. There’s something powerful about finally knowing who you are.
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.
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