My life can’t just be this.
I can’t just be a series of sad stories.
I want so much more for myself.
I wish I could be normal.
My life should be a story of perseverance. A story that proves that there’s light at the end of the tunnel.
I want people to see me, and what I have been through and decide to not give up.
That’s what I want. So that’s why I continue. If not for my son, for the simple fact that I can’t go out like that.
As for my son, I fear my son growing up without me, and wondering why I did it. Was it him? Did I not love him enough? I fear him dealing with his own thoughts of suicide and me not being there to help him through it. That’s why I continue.
Those are the only reasons I continue.
I guess that’s good enough.