I must admit my sudden need to reach out for help has brought a massive helping of guilt to add to my plate of horrid emotional distress. The very last thing I want to do is set myself up for a wave of rejection, but the fear that is taking over my mind seems to be far more harmful than what the worst of this post could bring me. My ability to form coherent sentences is simply a sign that I have gone completely numb. I am desperatly fighting against what I feel I want to do but can't bring myself to say aloud, even in this sad attempt to ask for help. My fear is that I have finally reached the point that brings me over the edge, ultimately bringing those once far away thoughts to a sudden and terrifying reality. I'm asking for help as I'm sure without it I will continue to sit here, alone, with only my own, horrid thoughts. I know that somewhere past this nagging urge to give up is hope, but I'm so afraid that I wont find it in time. Please help me.
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