You know, mental health is often painted as this abstract idea, something distant, like a concept you read about in textbooks or see dramatized on TV. But let me tell you, it's as real as the air you breathe, except sometimes it feels like it's choking the life out of you instead of keeping you alive.
I hit rock bottom once, so hard that I thought I'd never make it back up. Climbing out of that pit? It's like trying to scale a cliff with nothing but your bare hands and sheer willpower. It's draining. It's agonizing. And most days, it feels like an impossible feat.
People think surviving a suicide attempt means you dust yourself off and everything's magically okay. But that's far from the truth.
It's a battle every single day. It's waking up with the weight of the world crushing your chest, making it hard to even get out of bed.
It's putting on a brave face when all you want to do is scream in agony.
After facing that darkness, you start seeing things differently. The world takes on new hues, some beautiful, some hauntingly familiar. Living after trying to end it all is like waking up from a nightmare only to find yourself still stuck in another kind of darkness.
Depression doesn't vanish overnight. It lingers, like a ghost haunting your mind, whispering doubts with every breath you take.
But here's what I've learned: you can't tackle this alone. You can't beat your demons without support. That's where finding like-minded souls becomes crucial. When you're drowning in despair, it's easy to think you're alone. But there are others fighting the same fight. Others who understand the despair, the hopelessness, the loneliness.
And when you connect with them, something magical happens. You realize you're not alone. There are hands reaching out, voices encouraging, hearts beating in rhythm with yours. Surrounding yourself with understanding souls isn't just about companionship;
it's about strength. It's about sharing burdens, lightening loads, even if just for a moment.
To anyone struggling in the darkness, I say this: reach out. Find your tribe. Surround yourself with empathetic souls. Because in a world that can feel indifferent, finding connection can be the difference between succumbing to despair and finding light.
Despite the pain, despite the struggles, I'm still here. I'm fighting. Because even on the darkest days, a spark of hope flickers inside, refusing to die out.
So yeah, life after attempting suicide, living with depression—it's hell. But I'm still here. As long as I breathe, I won't give up. Not today.
Not ever.
