At age 24 I was ready for my life to end. Suicide was the only way out, the only escape from a hopeless life… but, I survived. After half a year in a treatment facility and one year back in the “real world”, I am ready to share my story. The content in this blog will at times be hard to read and possibly to understand but, I promise to always be as real and open as I am capable. Welcome to my story of surviving suicide.
“A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means I survived” Chris Cleave