June 3rd Wednesday.
Last night I thought about slitting my wrists. I just wanted to end my life. I told my brother and sister how I felt, I told them I struggle everyday with life. I cried thinking about my dad and son. Life is so hard. Ive not taken Jesse school again, I just couldnt get out of bed. Im so tired with life. I feel drained all the time. Grief is killing me. I told my brother and sister that one day depression will end my life. They told me that they needed me alive and it would destroy them and my kids. I know this, which is why i fight for my life everyday. I know it would destroy my kids and family, and im trying my best to live, regardless of whether I want to or not. Ive been dealt a shitty hand in life. The past 5 and a half years have been so traumatic. My dad dying, then I had cancer, and my son killed himself. My head is fucked! I can't deal with everything thats happened. My brain can't process it all. I keep thinking this is all a nightmare ill wake up from. Ive just got m...