Recently, I attempted suicide. Actually, I died twice, and am lucky to be alive now and am perfectly healthy, at least physically. But because of my attempt, I lost my fiance, had to transfer from the job I loved 700 miles away to live with my parents. I have no friends. The friends I had at my old home quit contacting me after a week or so. I am trying to find the light at the end of the tunnel, but it just feels like I am being punished for what I did.
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