Since the suicides, I have been going through flashbacks of my own attempt and how the police saved my life. Not always does the system fail. I kept reliving the moments and wondering if I was successful, how the state would publish my last communication.
My faith is strong yet I get these dark thoughts. I grieve for this nation. I am a high functioning person who gets depressive episodes. I'm only here alive because of a few who stuck around. I am again subjected to verbal abuse because of some bad decisions. I pray for the day I can make up to all the shitty decisions I have made and I regret letting people know my weakest mistakes.
Empathy is lacking in our society. Sometimes we turn into villains, sometimes we turn towards ending our life.
Sometimes life ain't getting easy. The downward slope goes on and on. Our coping methods doesn't become healthier. Maldives is an unhealthy place to be.
I think our judgemental nature as a culture and the spread of corruption along with a failed system needs to change.