For me suicide has forever altered my life...my thought process. I feel broken(at least more damaged than before) like I lost something. I lost all hope of ever stopping the hurt. I finally realized i'm trapped in this. I've tried some many times without avail. Always some freak occurrence to wrestle me back to the loneliness, self loathing, poverty, confusion, insecurities, turmoil, ugliness that has and always will be my existence. So many beautiful people...so much agony. What keeps me anchored is the fear of serious but survivable injury. I've lost so much I can't afford to live with more missing pieces. I've seen so many lovely people torn apart by this existence. It's hard to stay focused on going on. Thnx for just listening.