So I've been struggling a lot with my mental health over the last few weeks, and I am currently staying on the sixth floor of a hotel, with a window that opens partially without a fly screen. I opened this window tonight and wondered 'If this can open more, I can commit suicide this way.' I then was somewhat curious and checked if my head could fit, thankfully it didn't. I'm not entirely sure what I would have done if it did. I don't think I would have jumped, but maybe just stared from the edge before backing down.
I've had some suicidal thoughts recently, but my family and faith have prevented me from seriously considering it. But the feeling about the window has shaken me up a bit, I didn't realise I was that unhappy.
I've had some suicidal thoughts recently, but my family and faith have prevented me from seriously considering it. But the feeling about the window has shaken me up a bit, I didn't realise I was that unhappy.