Today it has been exactly one month since my suicide attempt and most of the time I'm happy I was rescued but sometimes, just sometimes, it's really hard to not go back to that dark place. How do you guys deal with that dark feeling of loneliness? That feeling where an hour feels like a day and a day feels like a second? The feeling that you deserve every ounce of pain because you really did screw up your own life and you can't blame anyone else. Feeling alone is so hard.