Hello,
If you're reading this chapter, I'm still alive. However, that is not going to last long. I hope this chapter finds you in good health, nonetheless.
I've thought a lot about my existence in the past couple of months. My feelings, my place in peoples lives, my purpose. I've realized none of that is important.
You live to do what makes you happy. I cannot become happy.
Depression is a monster. A foul beast. A beast that always comes back to haunt you.
I started my medication and I convinced myself that things would get better. I believed things were looking up. Then, they stopped.
I grew even more depressed than before. I relapsed, after 16 months of being self-harm free.
Now, I won't let depression take over me.
Death will.
February 1st, I plan to kill myself.
I'm glad I made some peoples lifes a little bit brighter, I think.
But my house is on fire, burning down, and I don't wish to taint the earth anymore.
Sincerely,
Gia.
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|| Where the Lost Things go || •A Self Discovery Journey•
SpiritualLost Things. I'm lost, you must be lost. We are all lost at some point in our lives. But thats okay, everything lost is eventually found.
