Here’s my state of mind during a recent mental health crisis:
Can’t go on.
Have to.
Back here again.
Thoughts of suicide.
Pain unbearable.
“But you’ve got so much going for you. You have a wife and child who love you, a roof over your head and no financial problems. You’re going to be a teacher and earn more money. How could you do that to them? You’re so selfish.”
That’s why I’m so alone. I can’t talk to anyone about this.
The struggle is guaranteed; success is not. Every step forward is every ounce of me. No shortcut to success, but there’s a shortcut to failure. I want to go to sleep and never wake up.
And yet, I’ll struggle on…not for me, but for my family.
Step…
Step…
Step…
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