I certainly do not find comfort in wanting to end my life. I find it the most devastating of all my negative thoughts. To think my mum carried me for nine months, protecting me, the way my family love and treasure me now, to disrespect them in such an irreversible way; it breaks my heart when my thoughts of being dead they seem so much better than living.
You know my gp asks me "Do I have a plan?", and my answer is "no". I tell her that the act would be spontaneous. I have been given emergency numbers by many professionals, for when my feelings get to much. That is where I find my comfort. And talking on here to my friends. People I know feel exactly the same way as I do, a place where I am accepted and never judged. Knowing I have a person at the end of the telephone, or logging onto this forum, it helps me and stops me doing what the voice is screaming out at me to do.
That is how I know I have control. I can stop her. I don't know if my life will get any better. I'm not certain I will get better. All I know is I can't give up, not yet, because I haven't tried every option to make myself better. I am still hung up in the past, I'm still stressed and disappointed and lonely and terrified, and I feel like I am 100 years old, but I haven't started therapy yet, I haven't given myself a chance. And I know I deserve that. And I know everyone on here also deserves that! I believe in each and everyone of you! xx