YTA
She killed herself because the treatment stopped working. I've been off the treatment for almost 9 months now. I think the only thing I can do is be happy you don't see how hard I'm struggling.
I wish you got how much I sacrificed to try to win this war, I stopped my medication not because I wanted to try drugs, or because of the effects it had on my body, or the handful of other side effects I've had to deal with. I stopped because it didn't fucking work, and I was willing to try anything to give me a chance to live.
I wish you saw the suicide notes I wrote, the plans I made to end it starting as young as elementary school, the times I would hurt myself to try to get the voice in my head to dullen out a bit more.
I wish you got how fucking HARD I have to fight. Just because I don't mention the intrusive thoughts, the suicidal pulls, the constant cruelty, or the handful of other nails piercing my feet to the ground, it doesn't make it any easier for me to walk.
I wish I could tell you or anyone this, but I get how painful it is to compare struggle, and that is something I never want to do to someone. But God I wish I could get this feeling out.
I don't have the luxury to not deal with my issues. The second I let one slip by, I will kill myself. I don't get a fucking chance or a breath to take a break. And not once did I complain. I decided I will fight this with every fucking fiber of my being, and I refuse to die until then.
I decided I would do ANYTHING to win this war. She followed a chain of people who lost to this illness. I refuse to.