I'm tired. I'm tired of being pushed and ignored by my dad. I can't take it anymore. I have nowhere to vent and no friends to talk to in person. I'm just really tired.
I almost tried to stab my neck but I found a great way to get cyanide.
When I was 19, I let my asshole father drive me over the edge into attempting suicide. He actually found me that night, with the pills and the knife, and asked me what I was waiting for. He denied it all after they found me, of course, but I'll never forget his words or the look of disdain on his face.
That feels like a lifetime ago. I have a wife and a daughter now whom I love dearly. My life may not be perfect, but I can't even imagine not having it. And I certainly don't care so much what my asshole father thinks about me. There are always good things down the road, not all good things, some bad too, but one of the things that is always down the road for the suicidal is the recovery of a very important understanding: that life is too precious to throw away.
Psych, don't do anything you can't take back. Please. You can always talk to us.
