Nearly ten years ago, I nearly committed ||suicide|| and was stopped before I did anything dangerous. After going to a mental clinic, I continued to try and make it another day and see what opportunities there are to have in life.

Now… now I’m not sure. Things have happened since then; some good and some bad; relationships, graduation from high school, college, work. But all of it leaves me hollow and empty. From these experiences, I don’t really feel any kind of connection or emotions. Relationships left me feel worse than where I began, graduation made me feel that life now needed to be rushed, and college doesn’t feel liberating and freeing like it does for others.

Did I have the right idea ten years ago? Or should I go through with dying on my own terms?