I am 17 years old almost 18. I have dealt with suicidal thoughts since I could remember. I always thought I was a burden and that any misfortune that fell on my mom was my fault. I got sexually abused when was 4 by cousin of my stepdad. Then when I was 15 up until I was 16 by my stepdad who I had know all my life and considered my father. When I finally told my mom, everything that I held in and ignored came out. My thoughts of suicide became so loud that I could not ignore anymore. And at times everything becomes too much for me that I can't function normally. And I wish I could reach out to my mom but she has so much on her plate that have to comfort myself. If I ever have anxiety or a panic attack I calm myself down. But it always comes back without fail. No matter how much I want to end it I remind myself how selfish I am. And although I feel guilt and shame for having those thoughts I have stay for my mom who has been through so much for me. But I unfortunately feel so alone.
It was so beautiful and I has struck a chord within me. I am very thankful for this game.