The first time I tried to kill myself, I was fourteen. It was something I had been considering for three years by then, but it wasn’t planned. I took several bottles of pain killers. I felt dizzy that night, and was sick the next day. Nobody asked questions. When I told my Mom a couple months later, she filtered it out. She’s good at that, making herself ignore or forget the bad things.
Nearly four years passed before I tried again, but this time it was planned. I broke up with my boyfriend of two years, pushed him away so he wouldn’t be hurt. I […]
