I can’t remember how old I was when I took the photo on the left.
I do remember how I felt. Confused, alone and lost. I’d got my hair cut in a hope to find my identity, and although I loved it, I still lacked that love inside me. That self love.
I was filled to the brim with self hatred. Self loathing. And that’s why I attempted to take my own life.
Months after and I was still struggling. It isn’t like the movies. You don’t get a clean recovery, an easy journey through mental illness. It’s messy, it’s lonely, it’s terrifying.
My last suicide attempt was two years ago, and although I am often plagued with the same thoughts, I have an amazing support system around me who know not to leave me alone in a bad time.
In the two years since my last attempt I’ve:
Created this account.
Made new friends.
Got many more tattoos.
Petted loads of dogs.
Went on holiday.
Fallen in love with myself.
Mental illness is tough, but you my boo, are tougher. You are your own reason to live.
YOU DESERVE TO BE HERE.
Keep going, keep breathing.
It’s all worth it.
To all those dealing with suicidal thoughts, reach out.
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