Before You Decide to Disappear: A Letter to the Silent Hurting
There are nights when the silence feels louder than your heartbeat. Days when you wonder if your absence would even matter. Thoughts whisper that it might be easier to just vanish. If this is where you are right now, pause — just for a moment — and let these words sit with you. Suicide often feels like a way out, but it isn’t the end of suffering; it’s the end of every possibility. The end of laughter you haven’t yet heard. The end of love you haven’t yet met. The end of a version of you that survives this pain and grows strong enough to look back and say, “I made it.” You matter more than your mind is telling you. Pain has a way of shrinking our world until all we see is despair. But your story isn’t finished. There are chapters unwritten, people you haven’t yet met who will love you in ways you can’t imagine. There are mornings where the sky will open up just for you. There are reasons to stay that you don’t know yet. It’s okay to not be okay. It’s okay to cry, to collapse, to whi...