Back in February, I was ready to check out. After a very tough couple of years, where life had just pummelled me pretty relentlessly, every fibre in my being was just…done.
I called my parents, unsure I’d be able to make it to the end of the day. My dad drove 11 hours to come be with me. While I waited for him, I called a su*cide hotline and spoke to an incredible woman for over an hour who listened as I sobbed. She urged me to see a doctor immediately.
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