I wouldn’t kill myself but…

This was written when I felt empty and numb, void of joy or gratitude…the height of my depression

I know

We’re all dying

But

I don’t really care

Personally I can’t

Wait

To get the fuck out of

Here

Kait King 2019

30 thoughts on “I wouldn’t kill myself but…

  1. My six year old son saved my life. I had taken a load of pills and was laying on my bed. My ex-husband was asleep in his own room, our son in his. I felt my son was better off without me. Suddenly, he was there climbing into bed next to me. ‘mummy, I love you ❤️’ he whispered in my ear. I flew up the stairs and threw up. The next day I went to the doctor’s. From that day on I started to rebuild my life. My son now has a family of his own and I’m happily remarried to a wonderful caring man. Sometimes we have to make our own sunshine ❤️

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  2. Kait, there is something oddly comforting in these words. I love that you share this side of yourself. It’s good to know others go through these feelings even when we feel so all alone. We are all in this crazy human thing together. xo

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    • I so understand. It’s ok, you’re not alone….it’s depression, it’s cold, clinical, empty and numb. I’ve felt like this for years…I feel like I just don’t belong in this craziness. Big big hugs, you will get through this. I write it out all the time, sometimes I publish it and other times I’m just not ready to share. One day at a time, remember the better ones and sleep through the bad ones (I don’t mean physically, although that’s what I do in my situation). Be kind to yourself 🙏

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