Right. Suicide is not the answer. It doesn't even work.
I've overdosed a nice round 7 times in my life.
I've slit my wrists.
I've starved myself.
I'm still alive.
And every day I am so very thankful for it.
I suffered from what is known as schizophrenia.
It was Hell.
No, it was WORSE than Hell.
But I pulled through.
The moral of the story is:
Life will get better.
There is hope.
Keep your head up.
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I am a partially verbal classic autistic. I am a pharmacology student with full time support.