You do not understand

 

A Second Note from Jake

To the ones who still think this is about attention—read this slowly.

If you’re reading this just to call me weak or dramatic, let me stop you now:

This isn’t for you.

This is for the ones who feel like I do.

The ones who wake up wishing they hadn’t.

The ones who fight a war in their head every hour of every day.

And somehow—they’re still here.

You have no idea what it costs just to stay alive.

No idea the exhaustion that burrows into your bones.

No idea how loud it gets when your own brain becomes your executioner.

But yeah, go ahead—roll your eyes. Say I’m doing this for attention.

Meanwhile, someone takes their own life every 40 seconds.

And most of you won’t even stop scrolling.

You swipe past my books—books that donate to suicide prevention—without a second thought.

You ignore every post, every plea, every scream that isn’t wrapped in glitter or trauma porn.

But you love to say things like:

“You need to love yourself.”

“Just be grateful.”

“You need Jesus.”

Spare me.

We care about life—maybe more than you ever will.

Not because it’s easy, but because we know what it feels like to be inches from letting go.

We don’t hope you suffer.

We don’t want revenge.

We just want you to understand that wanting to die is not a weakness—

It’s proof we’ve been fighting harder than you could ever imagine.

So here it is, plain and bloody:

Wanting to die is a reason to live.

Not because it’s poetic.

Because goddamn, it takes strength just to stay.

If you don’t get it, fine.

This isn’t for you.

It’s for the ones hanging on by a thread.

And if that’s you?

Don’t let go.

You’re not alone. Not anymore.

—Jake