12th May, 2022
To everyone reading this, what is it that is keeping you from dying at this very moment?
I have a reason. It stops me every time. And sometimes when it gets overwhelming and I really feel like giving up, I scream and cry. Muttering 6 words over and over again. I am sorry please forgive me.
No one to hold me when I cry. No one to soothe me when I cry. There is no one to hear me cry.
So for me, it's a person that keeps me from dying. And I want that person to hug me, pat me lovingly and cradle me to sleep.
And it's pathetic that there is so much distance between me and that person. So much distance.
But the love that person hold for me is so much stronger than my will to die. I can give up on dying no matter how painful it is to live but I can't give up on that love .
It's been two years since my mental health started deteriorating. It has been more than two years since I have felt that person's presence.
So my dear, my fighter, what is holding you back from dying? What is it that you don't want to give up? What is it that you are waiting for? What is it that you truly want before you die?
For me, it's my dear sister.
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