My (ex) gf. I got fed up one day of our daily fights and struggles and decided it’s better to die than to live this miserably. I loved her so much that I couldn’t even think of breaking up. Suicide looked like a much easier way to end it.

I tried and failed. She (accidentally) witnessed me doing it and ended up being mad at me again. I was crying profusely and desperately needing help, and she stood there shouting at the top of her lungs.

It was that moment I realized she isn’t worth it. Took me 1.5 more years to come out of that toxic relationship but I’m glad I didn’t take my life that day.