I’m done. I have considered every means of offing myself but I don’t even have the ambition to go through with it. My last and only attempt I just ended up totalling my car, leaving with minor injuries. I’ve been to therapy and I feel no change.

I grew up in a toxic home, often being made to feel like a burden due to my learning disability. My brother was always favoured. We lived with my grandmother part time as finances were low and my parent worked long hours. She is the only person in my life who has ever made me feel worthy of living. She died in 2013 and I have never felt content since.

I’ve had short bursts of joy here and there but it’s often cast away quickly by this feeling of overwhelming sadness. I have no passion in this life and no ambition to achieve anything. I think I’ve just become excepting of it now.