Anonymous asked: I hate when I'm finally happy for once but then my family has to rub salt in my wounds and whats worse is they mock my depression. I wish they'd knew they're the cause of it. I wish they'd know that whenever they say "just kill yourself" I contemplate it, that the blade is just centimeters away from my neck or wrist but hope is the only thing that's keeping me from doing it. Hope measures up to those 2 centimeters.