A few years ago, I was diagnosed with clinical depression. Not like I needed an official diagnosis, I’ve always known there’s something wrong with me. BPD, depression, ADHD, and PTSD. I’ve been sehxually assaulted from the age of 5 to 23 by 10 different men in different ways. Held down with a knife, drugged, so pathetic. Even I don’t believe it and it happened to me. None of my relationships ever work out, I have a deep emotional and psychological wound and nothing can fix me. I’ve felt at peace since I chose to end it this month. I chose the date, getting my affairs in order, and I can’t say I’ll miss being here. I hope there’s nothing after death, no awareness, nothing. I don’t even know why I’m writing this, I guess I just needed it to be known by people who cannot stop me because they don’t know me.