After several unsuccessful suicide attempts and varyingly intense spells of depression/psychosis over the years, the realisation that I need to get on top of whatever it is keeping me down if I want any chance of being happy finally gave me that push to get help.

It's a long, slow, hard road by the looks... And every step is gonna be a struggle. The voices in my head aren't gonna silence themselves while I'm still alive if I don't stick to that path, though..

Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Believe me, I get that it can seem like an answer or an escape... But killing yourself doesn't make anything better. It makes everything worse for everyone else.