It’s been a year since I attempted suicide. Although I am no longer depressed (though bipolar depression never stays away for long), I have not been able to come to terms with the person who attempted suicide and the person I am now. Thinking about what I did sends a shudder of dread down my spine, and I can hardly bear the guilt of the pain I must have caused my family and friends, not to mention what I did to myself. What scares me most is that there is a good chance this will happen again.
