DON'T COMMIT SUICIDE learn to live joyfully

IT WAS MY JUNIOR YEAR of college, and I'd hit bottom. I sat on the floor in the middle of my room, crying and depressed. I seriously contemplated suicide. Suicidal thoughts had come before, but this time I was drowning in all the vicious reasons why I should go ahead and do it.

How surprised people would be if they knew how I felt. On the surface, I was successful in so many ways—academically, athletically, musically. I supposedly had many reasons to be happy. And on the surface, I was. People were used to seeing my smiling face. Yet, I really felt empty and mechanical. I was drained of vitality and feeling.

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IMPRESSED, BUT NOT TAUGHT, BY TUT
May 7, 2007
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