Dear suicidal thoughts:
go away, no one likes you. You affect not only me but the people around me. You scare myself and the people I care about.
Don't give me any excuses. Stop telling me things like "you're worthless" and "people will get over it" and "just do it already". I know these aren't true, but you sure are convincing. You work side by side with depression, and because of how overwhelming all of this is, I feel as though I can't go on.
I don't want to die. I don't exactly want to live. I just want to not exist for a while. Maybe in a coma. I just want the thoughts to stop. If I were to go, the people around me would miss me a lot. I'm not a worthless piece of trash, so why do you make me feel like I am? Why do you give me images of me jumping off a balcony in such vivid detail. What good does it do you? What good does it do to me? Nothing. You're the trash, not me. You contort my beliefs into something ridiculously untrue. You manipulte me. You use me.
Don't come near me. Leave me. You're one of the few things that I wouldn't mind leving me. So please do. It would be very much appreciated.
Love,
Luna.
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Dear Mental Illness
Non-FictionTrigger Warning (self harm and suicide mentions and the like) this is the letters to all the things that are supposedly wrong with me.
