I have experienced a lot of death over the last couple of years. So much that I barely even mention when someone passes away. That may be my way of compartmentalizing my feelings, but losing loved ones has made me consider my own life and mortality in a way that I haven’t before.
I was 16 when I first decided that I no longer wanted to live. I felt alone, angry, and like things weren’t getting any better. I can’t tell you what specific things, but that’s how depression works. It consumes your mind and fills it up with thoughts of hopelessness and desolation. On the surface, I […]