Ernest Hemingway once said, “Write hard and clear about what hurts”. If you look in my room you’ll find a diary, a dozen letters I never gave to the people they were for, and a ton of notebooks with random thoughts or ideas written inside of them on random pages. I woke up today at 4am, sweating and anxious. I’ve read dozens of forums with people I have never met with similar issues to help ease my mind. These past few weeks, a number of people rose from the ashes to try and help me. Thank you for telling me that what I do matters. For all those who have heard the words, “it will get better” and knew it was just a lie, this is also for you. You simply just try and live at peace with the decisions that led you to this point. For those who want hope, keep reading and maybe we can find it together. Misery loves company, right?
The “Why”
Inside these lines 