I hear you.

There was a time I felt so down and alone, that I almost killed myself.

It wouldn't have been an attempt, there would have been no note, no "cry for help"...just the end.

For some reason, I didn't do it though, I don't know why...

I settled instead for a slower death, even more miserable than the "get it over" kind that a bullet would have afforded me...Addiction

And it got really bad, much worse then I could ever imagine...I felt like I had no hope, no faith, no love, no reason, no nothing...

But here I am