I’m suicidal. I don’t want to die though. I’ve had depression since I was 15 and this year hasn’t made it any better. I’ve been off my meds for a month due to financial constraints and leaving an abusive boyfriend. I keep thinking, what’s stopping me? I can’t think of any reasons for once and that scares me. I have plans this week. That’s what’s keeping me here right now. I have to make a quiche tomorrow. My boyfriend is meeting my dad Friday. Right now, that’s enough to keep me alive. I know my life isn’t hell but when your brain doesn’t make the chemicals it’s supposed to, it’s hard to keep everything together. So right now, I’m alive for quiche and for dinner with my dad. Looks like I have to keep making plans.
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