It’s been one year since my last serious suicide attempt…
Having read others “one year on” posts, they’re often filled with hope and optimism, almost as if the attempt was the turning point in their lives. I’ve heard of some who found that it helped them realise the seriousness of suicide, and how final it is.
There is sometimes talk of babies that have been born, good times with friends, holidays had, and all of the good things that they would have missed out on.
All I feel is a sense of failure. There has been nothing in the last year that I would have missed had I not been here. I don’t see that changing.
Is admitting that letting the side down?
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