The ideation is back. I wouldn't do it myself, but I just wish the choice to die was taken away from me. That something would happen and I just die. It's not that I think people wouldn't miss me if I died, it's just that only one person seems to care that I'm here right now. I can't tell her how I feel on this because I know this is the one PTSD thing she can't handle. I'm terrified to tell anyone because if I get hospitalized, my school will force me on medical leave and I will have no choice but to go back to my parents or be homeless. I already came close to that once. My supervisor at work keeps saying that I'm strong. Well I'm so f*****g tired of being strong. I'm just tired of everything, I never get a break from my own head. I just want everything to go away. I don't want to remember anything.