I am truely grateful that a lot of people are genuinely happy. That they've never felt despair so deep where sometimes tomorrow is just too much. May they never know what it feels like to write down all the reasons you have to keep breathing as you're falling apart behind a smile.

As someone who struggles to love myself, someone who has attempted suidcide, someone with anxiety and depression, who just wants to make it to the next day without falling apart, it's heart breaking and mortifying to hear someone (especially a really great friend) say that anyone who attempts suidcide and failed- should try again.

Everyone has an opinion, I guess.

This is not written for sympathy. Instead of saying something to this person, I walked away.