I’ve thought about killing myself a lot. Just imagining how easy it would be to just fucking end it all. But then I think back to when I was 16 and was so close to doing it and didn’t and it made me realize I am really happy I am still alive. The experiences I have had have all been wonderful through the good and bad. That if I would end it all, I would take away any possibilities of any more wonderful experiences. I hope it’s that simple of a realization for others. Although I still think about killing myself, I remind myself to think of all the “what ifs” the future hold. That things will get worse before better, but that’s just a storm you will have to weather in life.