I just wanted to share this, perhaps get it off my chest a little.

I made an attempt on my life in February, and I think I am still trying to process what happened.

I often feel anger, the hypocrisy of the fact that it took me to fail at taking my life to start to get any real recognition.

Following the event, I knew things had gotten too far, and I began to receive help from friends and family, which I am grateful for - but I can't escape the feeling that even though I failed, something about me did die.

I wasn't fully aware of the perspective you receive, when you go in with the full intention of taking your life, and come out of the other side. Everything seems more trivial than ever, life is a fragile thing, and not for all the right reasons.

Even though I am currently receiving therapy, which I am receiving many benefits from, the frequency of suicidal thoughts have never been higher.

A failed attempt takes the fear away. It makes it seem so easy to try again.