Like a part of me regrets my decision to not follow through with another attempt this weekend and carry on for another week. I don't feel good either way, and I hate that. I want rest or a feeling like I'm in a good place, but it's not going to come because it can't, it can't exist here in my mind.
I want to feel good about choosing not to go towards suicide, but I can't because a part of my mind reminds me that I will go through pain as long as I'm alive in this world. So it's bittersweet instead