“I’m not suicidal…
I just feel like if I quietly disappeared, it wouldn’t matter.”
She didn’t tell me to “stay positive.”
She didn’t tell me to “be grateful.”
She just took a slow breath and said:
“That’s what hopelessness sounds like when it’s too tired to scream.”
And suddenly, everything made sense.
Because it does feel like that, doesn’t it?
Not wanting to die
just wanting the heaviness to stop.
Just wanting the thoughts to slow down.
Just wanting one day where you don’t feel like a burden
in your own body.