I keep a suicide kit next to my bed. My fiancé doesn’t know. Today I felt like such a disappointment that I pulled it out and wrote my suicide notes. I got ready to take it but still didn’t take it. I’m scared though. I was very close that time. And I feel like I just get closer and closer to doing it by the day. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know who to walk to. I’m scared. I feel like I’ll eventually do it. I think about it nearly everyday. Today was the closest I had ever come to doing it. What can I do? I don’t want to tell my fiancé. The last time I mentioned it he told me to “not pull that card.” I don’t think he believes I’ll do it. But I’m just tired of being everyone’s burden. In a way I wish it was easier for me to do so I could just be done with everything. But in another way, I genuinely want help because I’m afraid of hurting myself.