subject line: thank you, H.

 

roswell, georgia 

I never saw true purpose in all of my suicidal struggles until I stood next to him in the middle of his. I get it now, you know? All those days where I’d take medicine to knock me out because I was too depressed to even be conscious. All those mornings where I’d roll out of bed and lose my breath all over again when I realized how broken I really was. All those conversations with my parents about counseling, contentment, and control. All the tear splattered journal entries & sad playlists & fake smiles. I get it now.