So right now I’m crying again.
I just remembered something I did a while back ago, maybe even 2 years? I was crying, too, it was in the middle of the night and I think it was one of the times I was just about to end it all, but I decided not to. After a while I actually gathered all my courage and went to my dad’s bedroom to and woke him up, telling him I wasn’t feeling so well (ofc not in a physical way). I didn’t tell him about what was wrong, all I was after was just some assistance. I couldn’t sleep by all this crying and just didn’t wanted to be alone, so he let me sleep with him in a bed this time then.
Now I’m thinking how courageous this can be for me to actually say: “Hey, I need someone right now. Don’t need to talk, just need someone to be there”, and to get some help.
Getting someone to just be there is important sometimes.
Get yourself some help if you think you need to.