It’s a great feeling to finally let go of that last rope, to finally give up. It’s like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders once i finally hit rock bottom and quit caring. With the the way the world is, the country, work and, personal life it’s a miracle I’ve lasted this long. And now I’ve breathed a couple weightless breaths I look back and all that suicide, depression and mental health shit they talk about is real and as a male looking on all that no wonder why no one gets help. We are so busy drowning in a sea of troubles we are to preoccupied and look for help or to notice we are in fact drowning. Now I’m unburdened with trying to care for anything will I swim or sink