u/Particular_Tie6076

The past two months have been absolute hell for me. I ended up in an emergency session again today. The fifth time this month.

A therapist and a nurse (both complete strangers to me) stayed with me. I cried my eyes out and kept hurting myself. They sat there and listened as I told them, over and over again, how much pain I was in, and also, my suicide plan. And they just kept telling me, “Please stay alive, please stay with us.”

I don’t really have anything wise or hopeful to say right now. I still left that room in pain. I’m still in so much pain. But for some reason, I needed someone to ask me to stay, and they did. Maybe someone reading this needs that too.

Please stay alive. Please stay with us.