I lost my best friend… I lost my last pillar of support…
After years of continuous bullying at school and traumas at home I started losing myself more and more to the point where I considered suicide as an exit from everything…
I wish a pause button of sorts existed, too many things are happening at the same time that I just want to pause and reconsider everything and collect myself but I just can’t do it.
Without a doubt HeartSupport is one of the BEST communities out there and with all the support from here I’m still breaking down.
I can’t stop reliving the scenario of hearing about her committing suicide…
With everything that’s been happening with my parents not supporting me at all and then the suicide on top of everything broke me completely that I started to self harm.
I believe that it’s my fault she ended her life… I believe it’s my fault that I wasn’t a good enough friend to support her to not get to that point.
If only I had more time…
Before HeartSupport she was my only light at the end of the tunnel…
She was the only way for me to relax and escape from everything happening.
My parents essentially fight everyday and argue with each other so they aren’t too much of a support.
Whenever something in the house happens I’m the first to blame no matter of the context, no matter of what actually happened.
I tried talking to them about everything but they brush it off each time as “Stop lying! None of that is happening to you” they don’t even believe that she committed…
It really hits deep when your own family doesn’t believe you when you need them the most…
Everyday I have memories of all the good times I’ve had with her and each time that thought comes up “It’s my fault she took her life!” which I don’t want to believe but I just do for some reason.
Maybe I’m just a bad friend… I should have seen it, I could have stopped it…
I’m stuck… Stuck in this loop of suicidal thoughts, emotional breakdowns and disbelief of everything
I just don’t see the point in fighting the same fight every time just to end up at the bottom again…
I want to stop fighting… I want to be genuinely happy again, happy without a mask.
I’m considering suicide again honestly… Maybe it is a valid escape?