I want to write… I have wanted to write for over a week now… I want to write the right thing. I want to make it perfect. There are things I need to write about, but I don’t know where to start.
I had a friend commit suicide on January 12th. I relapsed on alcohol shortly after, tried to stop again, and relapsed again yesterday. In my head, drinking is better than attempting suicide again. I tell myself that if I get suicidal to the point that I am actually going to do it, it is okay to use, even though I am an addict.
I don’t know what to say about my friend. He is the second one, recently, to commit suicide. I had one friend die in September and then now this one in January. I wish there was something I could have done, something that could have stopped them. But I know the feeling… I know how it feels to have no hope anymore. I attempted in October and December. My head keeps going into suicidal thoughts, even today.
I wish I could get past the thoughts… I wish I could never be suicidal again, but the chances of that are slim to none. That’s just what my brain does. That’s where my brain goes.
I want to not be depressed. I want to be happy. I don’t see that happening. I don’t think I will ever get past and over the mood crap. And that is the hardest part. Having no hope makes it harder to keep going.