I wanted someone to ask me. I wanted someone, anyone, to stop me.
You didn’t ask. Probably because you didn’t know to ask. I wanted you to come get me. Save me from myself.
I know I didn’t say it. I know you didn’t know where I was.
Why didn’t I ask you? Why didn’t I tell you?
I was alone for days. I hated how I was living.
I didn’t tell you any of that.
I didn’t want those feelings of suicide. I didn’t want to leave you and Dad. I loved my family. I loved my dog. I … Read more...