This fucked me up. It is almost an actual play-by-play of my failed suicide attempt. Except I got the cap off, & nothing fell on the floor. Dramatics are on point.
Now with the antidepressants having done some good, seeing this is really screwing with me. I can see the stress I saw in my boyfriend’s eyes, the almost word-for-word dialogue before he carried me to the bathroom, the reality of how she really isn’t just screwing around. That’s me.
I promise new Snowboarding & Suicide Series posts are on their way. I was working on one when I saw this, & I need a minute. Dab pen time.