[TW - Suicide]

The wind blows my hair. I’m standing on the edge again.

The waves crash against the cliff beneath me, the roaring sound almost drowning the thoughts in my head. Almost.

The suns rays warm my skin as it drips below the horizon.

Just when I’m giving up does the sun finally shine on my world. The universe has a sick sense of humour.

I take another step closer to the edge, my heart beating furiously. I lean over and look at the sea beating the cliff face. The wind whips at my face, chastising me for the decision I’m about to make.

But I can’t deal with my thoughts anymore. The drugs prescribed to me don’t ease the pain. Nothing does.

And I can’t do this anymore.

Two more steps and I will meet my fate at the rocky bottom.

Just one more.

One more and it’s over.

I’ve made my decision.

My heart leaps into my throat as I barrel through the air.

It’s over quickly.

[Suicide is an extremely delicate matter, and I hope to have dealt with it respectfully in this writing, but anybody struggling with their mental health, please know there will always be somebody you can talk to. You are worth more than this, never forget that ❤️]