u/CicadasBrainRot

I am not going to do anything, to preface.

I am seeing a therapist, but I cannot make myself tell her the things that truly keep me up at night in fear of some sort of ward or meds because that would make me feel like I'm broken, and I am not going to be broken.

No steps are being taken to end anything about my life, but death crosses my mind often, and I do not try and chase it away. It's gotten to the point I'm sort of glorifying it? In a way I cannot see any cons anymore.

Is there any way to try and force my brain to see that it would be bad? Thank you, strangers.