Babies are never suicidal. Hard lives, not hard boiled eggs do that.

I spend a lot of time wondering what dying feels like. What dying sounds like. If I’ll burst like those notes, let out my last cries of pain, and then go silent forever. Or maybe...

I spent most of my life believing lwas crazy because all the crazy things I experienced in childhood were treated as nonexistent or normal. This belief colored every decision made, from something so basic as...

So ask me if I am alright.’I’m fine; I’m always fine.’You see this look in my eyes.’No, I’m fine. I am always fine.’There is a corpse behind my smile.’Listen, I am fine. Always, always fine...

We all handle loss in our individual ways, grieve in all kinds of ways. We all go through feeling okay sometimes, but other times, we feel so bad we hurt ourselves or those around us.

The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.

I’m trying to let him know what I’m about to do.I’m hoping he can save me, even though I realize he can’t.

After each dream, Frankie woke with a start, soaked in tears. But she found no relief in the peaceful silence of her room, because there everything was real. And the guilt was too immense to...

What if I just want to die?””Then I will be sad and disappointed that you cheated yourself out of your chance at existence. Not all of us have that opportunity, you know, to choose life.

Endure.

The whiskey was a good start. I got the idea from Dylan Thomas. He’s this poet who drank twenty-one straight whiskeys at the White Horse Tavern in New York and then died on the spot...

I do not laugh; I do not cry;I’m sweating out the will to die.My past is sliding down the drain;I soon will be myself again.

When the heart accepts death first, words you can trust are feelings you can take.

To all who struggle with depression or suicidal thoughts: you are not alone. we are all on this journey together. I promise you that there is hope. Let us reach out to one another and...

Suicide. It’s something I’ve been thinking about. Not too seriously, but I have been thinking about it.” That’s the note. Word for word. And I know it’s word for word because I wrote it dozens...

Nobody would commit suicide if the pain of being inside herself, the agony of the sleepless, tortured hours spent watching the world get smaller and uglier, were bearable or could be relieved by other people...