We all have hardships.
We all have struggles.
We all have pains.
Those of us here today are those with the conviction to stand up and face those problems, rather than running away. There are much better reasons to kill ones self than loneliness at the age of, what, 12 (Not saying there's ever a GOOD reason, but suicide when you're too young to even know the wonders of life is just a silly idea).
I had to face my problems at one point, myself. They had killed everything in me. I look back, and I see that I feel only slightly different than I did at my worst. I still see no future for myself even now. I still have not found someone who loves me the way I love them. The difference is, I found that little bit of strength inside myself that I never had to look for before. I found that one little light in the pit of my soul, and through the actions and words of the ones I cared for most, it woke up.
Some days still hurt, I'll admit, but I'm past my darkness. I'm above letting the pain truly hurt me. I smile as I write this and feel that familiar pang, because it reminds me of how lucky I am to feel it. How lucky I am to know that I've felt other things, that this hasn't become so common that it's unnoticeable. As you said, it reminds me that I'm human; that I'm alive.
At my lowest point, I was looking in my bathroom cupboards for the cleaners. I wanted to drink them and die right there in my home, alone. I wanted to just give up and fall asleep forever. As I reached for the bottle, the image of that one boy I longed for most flashed in the back of my head. I left the room and collapsed into tears on my bed...
That was my lowest...
I was going to do it.
I was so close...
But I'm so glad I didn't.
I'm so glad that I thought of him at that moment. He was what I lived for, or so I thought. I loved him so dearly, this boy I barely knew, that I couldn't leave him. I'd written the suicide note and everything.
He wasn't the full source of my pain, I had many home issues that still exist to this day. My mom was a major factor, I'm not going to lie. It hurt to be without him, but it was my desire to be with him -or have the chance to be- that kept me here.
Suicide is never the right answer, even if it looks like it's the best one. Sometimes we just have to cry, and cry, for months at a time. We just need to remember that there's always a reason for us.
And while I may not make my fame in changing lives, or curing diseases, or inventing things...
While I may not be remembered for being an academic genius...
I know I'll be remembered by the few lives I have touched; the ones who I really care about.
That's all I could ever want.
My purpose in life is simple: Love others and hold their hands through life's many troubles and hardships.
Something that simple is all anyone should hope for. Whether it be educating people in love and relationships, or just offering a smile to those you meet to brighten their days, it's all important and can mean so much. Anything else is just the background on the big picture of life. As long as the focal point is there, that's all that matters.
So, while you're free to do as you wish, I'd like you to remember what I've told you. Just be strong and press on to the best of your abilities, even though it may be difficult.
Just remember, there's so much you've yet to see. So much left to feel.
Trust me, throwing it away is a terrible mistake.