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“What people don't understand when you've already been a suicide and pulled through is that after the sadness comes fear: Where is my mind going with this? I don't want to die. I do not want to die. When you don't have so much control over your own thoughts, over the myriad voices in your head, you don't know where they could go.”

Quote by Emma Forrest

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Emma Forrest is a renowned British journalist recognized for her work across print and broadcast media. Born on December 26, 1976, she has gained attention for her incisive and sometimes contentious writing. Forrest has contributed to a variety of publications, including The Guardian and The Observer, where she has covered a wide array of subjects, from personal essays to cultural analysis. more

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