I hoped a shoelace knot would be good enough as I secured it around my neck and kicked the chair away. The rope around my neck was tight, and I could feel my breath becoming shorter and shorter. I had been struggling with depression for years, and I had finally reached my breaking point.
My family had always been supportive, but I felt like no matter what I did, I could never get out of the hole I had dug myself into. I had tried therapy, medication, and even faith, but nothing seemed to work. I felt like I had exhausted all my options and I was out of ideas.
I had been planning this for weeks. I wanted to make sure my family was taken care of, so I had taken care of all the financial stuff before I did this. I had even written a letter to my family, expressing my love for them and apologizing for what I was about to do.
As I looked around my room, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of sadness wash over me. This was the last time I would ever see this place, and I had so many memories here. I thought about all the good times I had with my family and friends, and I wished that I could just turn back the clock and start over.
But it was too late. I had made my decision, and there was no going back. I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer, hoping that I would finally find peace.
And then, it was over.