Alone

My name is Freya Angelique Olivarez. I just want to share my story... and why I badly want to end my life. And what drove me to reach this point.

Consider this as a suicide letter. Because I know when I end my life, I'll be leaving a lot of questions. Questions that I would never answer while I'm alive.

You might be thinking, why didn't I ever reach out to anyone. I did. It's just that maybe you're the ones who can't be reached. So I kept everything to myself. Fight all by myself. And I can say that I've been strong enough to survive through all these up until now. But I guess, it's tiring to stay strong when you're the only one fighting against the world. I need a break from all these shits. I want to rest. And finally have peace.

All I needed was one person to be there for me. Just one.

But everyone turned their back and I felt so alone.

So this time I want to end the pain. Just one pain all at once, for the last time... then never again.

This story is a tribute to my old self who hasn't given justice and until now I can still feel her pain. I hope she heals, and finally have peace. It's been 11 years and the trauma still lingers...

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