I recall years and years ago, as a teenager, writing in a diary about how does one kill themselves. 15 yrs ago I tried and failed, had nothing in my life at the point, I would go to sleep wake up and not know if it was morning or night. I was a women at an age were I should have been out enjoying life, instead I was barely functioning. I met my husband and things looked up, but back of my mind I have never felt *right* something has always never felt right about life and my whole existence.
It's only this year when I had a full blown mental breakdown that I now realise life and me just don't seem to get on and just don't match. Everything I do is wrong, I am destroying the lifes of others around me, I live in hell, The most comfortable and relaxed I have felt was 2 weeks ago when I was the closest I have ever been to ending it, since knowing I can get to that point now I am so calm its surreal