I recently realized that I understand how someone commits suicide
I recently realized that I understand how someone commits suicide. Mental health is a constant battle that doesn't go away. I'm not okay, and I'm tired of not being okay. Im exhausted from fighting. I'm exhausted from pretending to not be dead inside. Im exhausted from picking up the pieces of myself, yet again.
I'm feel completely depleted. If it wasn't for the impact it would have on others, I wouldn't do this anymore. I do not care about myself. The idea of fighting this battle forever feels insurmountable. I don't know how much more I have to give. I understand just wanting a side to win and ending the battle.