Over the last couple of weeks I had been the closest to suicide than I've ever been in my life. I had it all planned out. It was gonna be a totally clean and painless end to my life. I'd turned my back on my friends, my family, and the world. They were no longer relevant to me. I was staring death in the face, ready to make that leap into oblivion.
But something stopped me... I'm not sure what. Maybe I was scared that my plan wouldn't work, and I'd end up back in the psychiatric hospital. Or maybe there was some faint glimmer of hope - barely noticeable, but enough to keep me from doing it. Anyway, I didn't go through with my plan (obviously), and for now I've decided to stick around. My life has been one struggle after another, and I'm certain that there will be many more struggles ahead. But I'm feeling more stronger in myself, and ready to face whatever life has to throw at me. And who knows, maybe something good will come my way. I recently heard a saying that really resonated with me: "It's not the hand you're dealt that matters, it's how you play your cards."
But something stopped me... I'm not sure what. Maybe I was scared that my plan wouldn't work, and I'd end up back in the psychiatric hospital. Or maybe there was some faint glimmer of hope - barely noticeable, but enough to keep me from doing it. Anyway, I didn't go through with my plan (obviously), and for now I've decided to stick around. My life has been one struggle after another, and I'm certain that there will be many more struggles ahead. But I'm feeling more stronger in myself, and ready to face whatever life has to throw at me. And who knows, maybe something good will come my way. I recently heard a saying that really resonated with me: "It's not the hand you're dealt that matters, it's how you play your cards."
