Sad ClownI sat down to write something, but the words aren’t coming out. They’re stuffed in my head all shouting at once creating one big incoherent concert of noise begging for organization that I can’t give them.

You see, I’m sad. I’m sad about something I don’t understand. It’s something that has a huge ripple effect on everyone in this person’s life, probably more than the person realizes.

I don’t understand … why … how …

What does it take to make a person feel so completely and utterly without any hope to the point where they want to end their own life … again? Yes, again. This was a second attempt – just a little over seven months after the first attempt.

If you’re having thoughts of suicide, please reach out to someone! You are not worthless. You can’t be replaced. You would be missed.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline – 1-800-273-8255

Words by Zachner

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Written by Sheila K

I don't believe humans truly have a purpose. Our goal is to survive until we expire. Period. Joy is pleasurable and worrying is not. Balance in life is crucial; but if the scales must tip, may they tip on the side of joy. I’m just another human trying to survive. I blog because I can and because I enjoy it, not because it serves any purpose.

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