i almost died. but i didn’t. i put myself in a safe space and accepted the fact that i wanted to die. i invited the fact that i wanted my life to end. i sat, drinking a glass of water and thinking what would happen if this was the end. it wouldn’t be fair, not at all.
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There’s rather a lot of unfairness at play here.
It can carry a unique kind of feeling, that invitation and acceptance. Oddly enough some have continued to walk forward, that acceptance somehow being invigorating and spurring a further push to try.
There remain many possibilities to every almost.