Yeah

I secretly only worry about the people who dont say anything about it but doom terribly ,

I had a plan

I had a means

I had a date

I had elected beneficiaries

I had my paperwork in order

I had my apology Notes

And I told nobody

Suicide is such a personal thing, I only talk about it now because I know I will never return to that place, but I lived there, inching towards running out of other ideas to stop the silent suffering

Then I murdered my testosterone instead, and pumped my body full of estrogen.

And I burned the paper that had the GPS coordinates of the gun I’d buried

And I’ve never looked back yet 😌