Please, feel free to take a moment and hate me. Hate me because this is literally all my fault, and a beautiful little girl could have a much better life if it wasn't for me. Day 146. It's been 146 days since I first really tried to kill myself. I only remember because I started keeping track of the days I haven't yet died. That beautiful, brilliant innocent little girl is my daughter. I can tell you right now that she's the main reason I'm not dead. I can also tell you how ashamed I am that even though she's been in my life for 377 days I've spent at least 12 of those days attempting to kill myself. I can tell you that the very idea... the thought... it makes me sick to my stomach. I want to vomit. Nothing tastes good. Everything seems bitter. I constantly feel like I'm choking back tears. I'm an alcoholic. I never thought I would be, but I literally can't handle one drink without ruining something. I'm recovering from all these
I’m cold inside, from trauma caused by drama and lies when couples fight and loved ones die. When family and friends choose opposing sides of what’s wrong or what’s right, and I’m left to decide to whom which I belong, leaving cold feelings deep in my soul, so cold I feel frozen and left on the outside because none that I love see eye to eye. I feel so alone, I don’t know where to go. Hope can be treacherous, the lack of it too. Shall I lead or follow? I know not what to do. For all my choices so far have led me astray and listening to others only brought me dismay. Heartbreaks inevitable no matter which path I take. All that I know is I can’t stay the same. I long for assurance that I’ll be okay. But okay is not simple for someone like me who needs strong faith in where these paths lead. Doubt clouds my heart, knowing not what to believe. That’s why many times I’ve chosen to leave. But clearly God says thats not m