The sad part is that the voice of suicide is like the voice of addiction. Once it appears, stays there forever. Thank you for your words.
I touch myself, snort some lines, and pop some pills. Well that's what I did. Now I just get high off of life. Edit: Ok- I fucking lied. I don't get high off of life no matter how much I inhale. No wonder nobody likes the sober life.
* Meditation * Softball Or Basketball Running Reading Writing Gym Music These all help me get through rough times mentally . Hobby's work wonders .
Journaling my feelings. I have a journal in which I write whenever I feel the need to express myself. Sport: Jogging, Bodyweight exercises, Riding the bike. Ride the bike to a park and read a book there, or on a bench near the river that passes through the city.
Play ball, listen to music, Netflix, go to a friends house, make plans with a friend, work out, read, mindlessly browse NoFap, Reddit, thrifting, go out for a jog and last but not least comb/oil my beard.