Suicide care

I suffered, I suffered, I suffered, I suffered. For what purpose? That I do not know. But I’m no longer afraid of the suffering. In the midst of all that suffering, there was one thing that tormented me the most, and that was the fear of losing myself. I was so afraid that I’d come out of this as a completely different person. I remember begging myself to still keep practicing my faith even if I stopped believing. I remember not talking to my mother even when I needed her lifeline the most.

i’m not saying that being happy isn’t something worth consistently reaching for, simply because feeling good feels good. i’m just saying that the idea of being happy all the time is totally unrealistic and often the largest contributor to our feelings of dissatisfaction and inadequacy. #mentalhealthawareness