How do you tell a mother that you want to die, when she brought you into this world and for eighteen years, has brought you up and looked after you?
How do you tell a friend that you want to die, when you barely even keep in contact with them anymore, and they only ever see the side of you who chats and smiles?
How do you tell your psychologist that you want to die, when you feel as though you have no connection with her, and you’ve been thrown in the deep end, under the belief that you’re fine?
How do you tell a person on the other end of a helpline that you want to die, when they couldn’t possibly understand how you’re feeling, because they’re essentially a stranger, who doesn’t know the slightest detail of you, except perhaps your name?
The answer? You don’t.
You either carry out the deed, whereby people will find out the hard way.
Or you just bury the thoughts of wanting to die and hope for the strength to survive another day.