Why I Chose Not To Kill Myself

Me at seventeen years old. ©Isvari Maranwe.

Trigger Warning: the obvious. I was suicidal as young as twelve years old and this isn’t a light read.

Hi there. I am alive. And this is me. The real me. For all my honesty online, I have never shared this story. To date, my family and only two of my friends know. So believe me when I say this comes from the depths of what is left of my heart —…

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Author, attorney, dachshund human. President of Dweebs Global.

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Isvari

Isvari

Author, attorney, dachshund human. President of Dweebs Global.

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