I thought I could just "think positive" myself out of it, and when that didn't work I tried to make myself as perfect as I could. I was fooling myself. Publicly I wore a mask of the cheery girl I used to be, privately I was barely keeping my head above water. That's when suicide entered my mind. It was like my new obsession.
Writer, volunteer enthusiast, mental health & suicide prevention advocate, free spirit
I'd describe myself as a free-spirit, independent, a lover of living outside the box and someone who's comfortable being real honest.
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