Hands shaking, thoughts scrambling, salty tears stream down my bare cheeks. Numb, I sat on my bathroom’s ice-cold, white tiled floor. A bottle of lorazepam clutched tightly in one hand and a plastic water bottle in the other. I was not scared, I was calm. I was a young girl who became an empty vessel rather than a living, breathing creature.
A lot of people do not like to address events such as attempted suicide or any sort of mental illness, but what good will neglecting such discussions do? Depression is difficult to interpret; and unless one has experienced it, it becomes arduous to explain.
Everyone carries a sort of weight on their back; and how heavy it becomes depends on the diverse events of life. Whether others see it or not, it
A lot of people do not like to address events such as attempted suicide or any sort of mental illness, but what good will neglecting such discussions do? Depression is difficult to interpret; and unless one has experienced it, it becomes arduous to explain.
Everyone carries a sort of weight on their back; and how heavy it becomes depends on the diverse events of life. Whether others see it or not, it