The hardest part about suicidal thoughts is not being able to share them. I know that they pass and not to act on them, but in the meantime I am just stuck with them with no-one to talk about them with. It is like a permanent horor story playing in my head, yet one that I have to keep private. I understand that the theory may be not to pay attention to them and by talking about them it may reinforce them, so here I sit with them alone.