I’m not sure if this means anything, really. I don’t know if my suicide story is over. If I really ever came out the other side of that tunnel, as it were. I guess I should tell you my story in some sort of order, or at least tell you something, right?
I wasn’t a happy child. My parents knew I was depressed as early as first grade. Childhood depression wasn’t really a popular diagnosis then, and we didn’t have the money for a a psychiatrist anyway, so they opted not to address the issue. I knew I was […]
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