It hasn’t ended yet nor will it ever if you don’t want it to. Some might say that’s not true, but it’s certainly upto you.
Life is a mystery which you created your self. It’s all you. All your inputs accumulated into a well-spun story. How you carry it out, however, is well again upto you. You can tear it apart but you can always spin it around.
There will be a time when the thread finishes. There will be a time when you’ll feel like “no more, I’m done” but that my dear is where your will, will matter most. That is where you can lose it but that is where achieving the unachievable matters most. That time is the time which will decide what goes on any further.
I was 12-year old the first time someone told me that suicide was a selfish act. I was 14 years old when suicide started to make sense.
Every 16.2 minutes, someone takes their life. In the time you’ve been reading about the crippling disease that might want to take your own life, someone just took theirs. And still, we shame and stereotype and stigmatize the people who need the most help and teach everyone that having to ask for help is something we should feel bad about, when in fact sometimes strength is admitting that you don’t have any left.
So to all the people out there who feel like they don’t exist, they shouldn’t exist rather. It’s okay to fear. It’s okay to be un-okay.