“I Didn’t Want to Die. I Just Didn’t Want to Wake Up.”

Content Warning:
This confessional includes discussion of depression and emotional numbness. Listener discretion advised.

Disclaimer:
This story is shared for awareness and connection only. It is not medical or mental health advice.

I didn’t want to die.
I just didn’t want to wake up anymore.

That’s the part people don’t understand. I wasn’t planning anything. I wasn’t writing goodbye letters. I was just exhausted in a way sleep never fixed.

I smiled. I showed up. I said “I’m fine” because it was easier than explaining the heaviness that followed me everywhere. Some days, breathing felt like work. Existing felt like a chore I couldn’t quit.

The scariest part wasn’t the sadness.
It was how normal it started to feel.

I’m still here, not because everything magically got better — but because one day I admitted the truth out loud. And somehow, that cracked the door just enough for light to get in.

If this feels familiar, you’re not weak.
You’re tired — and that matters.

All my Love,
-Anonymous in Kansas City