When I was 8 years old I tried to kill myself.

There was an extension wire hanging from the ceiling in my parents basement. For reasons best left unsaid, I decided to end my own life. I pulled up a stool, wrapped the wire around my neck and eased myself off the chair until I could not breath. It was not long before the panic of what I was doing took me and my feet instantly went for the stool. In my rush to regain my footing the stool began to tip and it was in this moment, very late at night, I almost died.

Had I not caught the stool with my feet in time and righted myself, I would not be here to write this post..