A letter to anyone feeling suicidal...

Hi there...

I'm trying to write but I feel a mental paralysis creeping through my bloodstream. I'm just sat here staring at the screen. This topic is deeply close to my heart, and I almost lost myself to this feeling. But here I am, at age 23, sitting in my room at 10:34 pm on Tuesday 11th February 2025, writing this to you.

Before I preach about why you should keep fighting, I'm going to virtually hold your hand, and say "I see you". I see your excruciating pain. I see your grief, and the heartache lingering in your chest. I see your tears, and your numbness. I see that you are haunted by ghosts. I see the exhaustion of battling your mind is crippling. I see how tired you are of fighting every damn day. I see your scars, and I see the shattered fragments of your soul.

Breathe. I see you. You are not alone. I'm right here with you.

I know the darkness feels almost majestical in in all its glory. It feels like a warm blanket protecting you from strangers in the night. The darkness has become your friend. You're on the precipice of leaving this universe all together. You're standing at the edge of the abyss, waiting for the wind to whisper in your ear that your time has come. But I'm here to say, you are not meant to vanish...

You, dear reader, are special. You carry the strength of a thousand lifetimes within you. And you carry just as much pain, I know. But you have the ferocity and grit to be worthy of existence in this universe. I know earlier I said I see you, that I see your pain. However, I also see the radiance within your soul. I see the multifaceticity that roars within you. Your resilience echoes through every life you touch. You are not a summation of your heartache and loss. You are defined by your undeniable essence, that consists of inner power.

I hope you know how damn brave you are. You are still here, fighting the good fight. And why is that? Because you are here for a reason. You were put on this earth for a reason. You have purpose. You may not know what your purpose is, but how will you ever find out if you leave this world?

Keep going. Keep fighting. Keep pushing through. I know you can't see the light just yet, but I assure you, the sun will shine down on you soon. Be patient. Be kind to yourself. Hold yourself with grace. You are doing so well. I am so proud of you. Look how far you have already come. And look how far you can go...

There are oceans waiting for you to swim in them. There are trees waiting for you to climb them. There are new sights for you to see. There are animals for you to meet. There are flowers for you to smell. There are sunsets, and ice cream, and long walks on the beach. There's new music waiting to be danced to. There are rainy days, and the scorching sun. There's love and there's laughter. There are rainbows waiting for you to find the pot of gold at the end of them. There's paintings waiting to be painted, and books waiting to be read. There are dreams waiting to be fulfilled. There are people eager with anticipation, just waiting to meet you. Yes, you.

The world is so much brighter with you in it. And the endless azure of the blue skies do not need you to make them beautiful. The skies are stunning enough without you joining them. But this earth needs YOU to make it a better place. You are needed. You are loved.

I hope one day, you look back, and joy fills your heart because you kept fighting. I hope, actually, I KNOW that you will never regret fighting. I know you will be so proud of yourself, just like I am proud of you. I know the future holds an infinity of extraordinary possibilities for you. Your story is not over.

I repeat, your story is not over.

Your story is not over.

With all my love,

Sach x