Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Yes, I’ve thought about giving up on life a lot over the nearly 30 years I’ve been alive. I doubt there is a month that goes by when it hasn’t crossed my mind. I’ve called the mental health help line. I’ve been taken to the emergency room. I’ve taken too many sleeping pills after an argument. I’ve asked people to keep an eye on me because I didn’t trust myself.
Why? I have Major Depression and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. I have been on and off meds since the age of 14 (I’ve been on for the past two and a half years now). I’ve had many instances of my mental illness flaring up. Sometimes there seems to be no reason at all. Sometimes there is a reason – like a miscarriage or painful memories from childhood that feel too overwhelming.
So yeah, I think about it. But I also think about my family when I think about giving up. I appeal to the part of myself that can’t help but take care of others. I remind myself that giving up would be the opposite of taking care of Jack or David. Sometimes I can’t care about myself, but I can *always* care about others and the people I care about are my lifeline.