I have never written about my suicide attempt publicly or discussed it with those closest to me. Perhaps I should have, maybe it would have made healing a little bit faster. For both, me and my loved ones. Just make it clear… it had nothing to do with the people around me. It had everything to do with the things I buried within myself. To the eyes of others, everything seemed to be fine. It was a direct effect of the depression that I was fighting alone, not because I had to but because I chose to.
Am truly lucky to have survived and I have my loved ones to thank for that.