The first time I admit that I was suicidal, was not the same as my first attempt. Early attempts were unceremonious in nature and involved a handful of pills with a prayer to remove the pain. I awoke a day (sometimes two) later and noted that it had not been enough and decided that I would need more the next time around.
When I spoke the words for the first time, it was not a cry for help but merely a statement to the agony and despair running through my body. The cops were responsive and sent me to the medical unit. The treatment of crayons […]