A few months back I was at the lowest possible point ever. There was literally not a shred of hope left, in any way, shape or form. That was it, I was going to end it. so why am I here? Well I ask myself that now, I cannot believe I am, but I am. I didn't attempt it, I thought to myself just wait, death is forever, and you can kill yourself at any time, just give yourself a couple of days, if you still want to do it then do it then, just wait a little bit.
By just waiting out that short period things did change a little bit, I thought to myself why does it have to be now, knowing that I could do it whenever I wanted made me feel better, that allowing myself some time wouldn't hurt. So you know what things did get a little better, I have never felt that low again. And if I ever did I would think back to that time and realise that no matter how hard or hopeless things seem at the time, they can and do get better. That is my reason for not attempting/committing suicide.
By just waiting out that short period things did change a little bit, I thought to myself why does it have to be now, knowing that I could do it whenever I wanted made me feel better, that allowing myself some time wouldn't hurt. So you know what things did get a little better, I have never felt that low again. And if I ever did I would think back to that time and realise that no matter how hard or hopeless things seem at the time, they can and do get better. That is my reason for not attempting/committing suicide.