The Relentless Plummet Into the Abyss

Thoughts constantly flooded my mind. I knew what was happening. The tears, pain, hopelessness, despair, and fears all whizzed around in my soul. I tricked myself into believing that I was a burden to others, a lost cause without any sense of direction. It snowballed from there.

My anxiety worsened; my depression consumed me. I couldn't live with myself anymore. I was disappointed and angry. I had nowhere to turn, no one to talk to. The people I did talk to couldn't offer reconciliation or consolation, only hollow jokes and useless advice.

On October 7, 2013 while in my 4A class in the gym, I wrote the first letter. It was titled to everyone, anyone who ever had known me or seen me. I had planned more after that, to a specific person or group of people. I figured that I couldn't go on, that life wasn't worth living, and I just wanted to end the pain that crushed my spirit.

Thankfully, I received help and have recovered.