I’m a survivor

I’m a survivor.

A few people in this world, supported a few med pros who taught me how to survive. Last wweek I wanted a dr to put a bullet through my head, over something stupid. I was having a hard time getting through some proocedures. So the dr had to spend an extra five minutes which seemed eternal for me, making certain that I wouldn’t go home and die. A family member, one of about five or six who I trust and stuff the rest of ’em, was understanding, but also disagreed with me at the same time. At least she cared and wanted to help.

I’m over it all now, my life is better today. But for years I’ve believed in suicide as an answer to kproblems. I still do, but the drs have tjrained me, with the support from very few family and one friend, to think of other options and wait for tomorrow morning to come around. So… I’m a survivor. Thanks to the 1% of the world’s population… Who apparently love me. And my guide dog, although I can hide suicide from him. But I couldnt’ hide it from other people, the 1% of them who cares about me. I wouldn’t be alive now if it wasn’t for them..