The clinic I go to offers free counseling services, darkeyes. I was just there today, just got back a little while ago. I don't think it's making much of a difference, though. Last night I nearly gave up, went to the kitchen and got a knife, intent on sliting my own throat. For whatever reason, I didn't. I don't know what stopped me from ending it all right then and there.
I told the counselor that, and she didn't bat an eye, like it didn't even matter. That just proves what I've said all along. No one gives a damn, not in the real world anyway.
I'm glad some of you do. It helps to ease these feelings a little bit. I want to climb out this situation with my life, escape the darkness in one piece, happy and whole. I just need a reason, and I don't want to do it alone.