Friday, December 9th, I was planning to end my life.
The stress was becoming to much. School, sports, physical health along with my mental health was becoming to much to keep in check. I had talked multiple times prior to one of my closest irl friends about my mental health. He knew everything about me. My nervous tells, when I was lying, when I had a bad day, all of it. Knowing that he was my backbone made me feel endlessly guilty. I was done. I couldnt bear it anymore.
I had texted my friend and one other person, warning them and telling them my goodbyes. Both had begged me not to go. I had my mind set. Nothing was going to stop me. Both friends had conversed among themselves and one of them took the responsibility of calling 911. The other was reluctant on doing the same because he knows how I am and how my parents are.
Long story short, my parents have refused to put me in therapy. I am here nonetheless. I can't thank those two friends enough for what they have done. They still check up on me regularly.
As far as updates right now, I dont know. Something might be posted today or tomorrow, or it could be another month. I hope you guys will understand.
I love you all. My private messages will always bbe open as long as it may help someone who is going through the same things I am. If you are depressed, anxious, experiencing suicidal thoughts, reach out. You can call the suicide hotline, or talk to me. I here for all of you.
I love you guys. Stay safe.