Drawing, like literally doodling out my own suicide has made me feel happier and put a more genuine smile on my face than I’ve been able to have all week. I feel such a sense of peace and relief at the very notion of being dead and finally free, FOREVER, from all this pain. Of the rat race finally being over and I can sleep, never to wake up to any of this exhausting repeated struggle ever again. It’s really not a wonder why people commit suicide, especially as things continue to get worse. Having, even finding a decent support network is much harder than any optimistic person wants to recognize. Systemic change has been needed for so long yet we continue to fool ourselves with the handful of feel-good stories where someone managed to crawl out of their despair. For every story like that there are hundreds, thousands, that do not make it. That no longer have the strength to fight. It is not shameful to run out of strength. It simply happens after you’ve been fighting so hard for such a long time. Instead of telling them to summon more strength from within themselves, why don’t you try harder to change the circumstances that crushed them?