*sighs* I’ve been there. Will that help you hear me? In the end, the only person who can help you is yourself. We can be here to encourage you, cheer you on, say things that will help. You /can/ do it. Hold on, straighten up, straighten out. Don’t rush yourself.
We aren’t ever given to know the count of the living, and I swear to you there is at least one person out there whose life would be poorer if you, as YOU, didn’t exist. You — this is a hurtful thing, but a true thing — you can’t tell us what difference you’ve made to us. But you have. In ways that can’t be seen, that might not ever make it to the surface you matter.
Of all the times on all the worlds in all the possible universes why were you born of that mistake? It can’t have been a mistake that way, you see? You exist for a reason. Your existence is a precious thing. I’m telling you all the things I tell myself when the night is dark, when I want to die, when I believe the same things you are telling yourself right now. I know it’s hard. God, I know, I know how little words can mean. I’ll say them to you on skype or on the phone if you want. I’m a stranger to you, but I’ll say them anyway because they’re true and I believe them.