I found this on Kim’s blog @ By Book or By Hook and I am so thankful she shared this and am so thankful to the creators of this posts. As someone who flatlined from a suicide attempt and used self harm as a coping skill, I encourage anyone who needs to talk about anything that has them on the edge to not hesitate to reach out to the creators of this post, myself, or any other participants! No matter what you have done or have been through, you matter! My email is found at the top of my homepage if anyone ever needs to talk or needs a little extra boost of encouragement! Much Love Guys! Xoxox😘🤗😍
Some days, as you wake up, you wonder what the point of this is. This whole talking, eating, sleeping.
What was the point of it, when you felt like you were watching another person’s life and yet felt so much pain? As if you weren’t meant to exist? As if… anything you touched became a disaster?
Was there even a point to begin with?
Every day, you have a heavy secret in your heart. One that grows heavier with every person you don’t tell it to. That weighs you down more and more as you think it but don’t say it out loud.
Until it gets so heavy, so LOUD, that you can’t believe that it’s only three words. Three simple words to think, but three very difficult words to feel.
And so, again and again, you think it, but you don’t speak it. You can’t say it.
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