I’m 15 and have battled with a reason to live for upwards of 2 years. Ive been labelled as suicidal but it’s not really accurate. The truth is that - no, I don’t want to die. But unfortunately, I’m faced with the reality that the only way I can experience life is through, me - the person I hate most. The pain this brings me is more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt, as I accept that I’ll never get to experience life in the way i wanted to and that I’m trapped in my own self.