I have this little voice in my head and it hates me, keeps telling my to end it all, and when this voice is at its loudest scream, I turn around and mentally slap the #$%&! Out of it.
I came close to killing myself in high school, from bullies and stress, and a friend that back stabbed me after I wrecked my life to help him out. I wanted it to end. My parents had gone out of town leaving me to house sit and watch the animals. I broke into my dad's lock box and got his gun out and put it under my chin. My dog at the time came into the room and nosed me curled upon my feet and whined. I put the gun down and started to ball petting her.

I have come along way in 12 years, having pets that depend on my and friends I can trust has helped a lot. This time of year is the hardest for me, my grandma who had been a major figure died in January almost 6 years ago, my dog was put to sleep 4 years ago today. So that little voice likes to blow smoke and scream at me. So I diverted it. Sorry for venting and no this isn't a death note.