Everything hurts. I feel so broken and empty inside. I want to cry but I can’t. If I do they’ll see. I don’t want to go to college, or go to work, or do anything. I just want to cease. I want to end. I can’t take this pain anymore. The medicine doesn’t help. The therapy doesn’t help. Contact with people grows steadily more intolerable. I don’t want to be one of the names in the paper. I don’t want to be a statistic. But it’s happening. I can feel it approaching me, consuming me, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I’m going to die
Then get up. Don’t go down without a fight. Battle with it until the very end. You can win. There’s always a chance. No matter how little. There still IS a chance. Even if its as slim as you think it is, you can’t say that there is ABSOLUTELY no chance, because that’s mathematically impossible. Keep on fighting, try to get closer to that one outcome, the one where you live and die happily. I think that’s something worth fighting for.