I am talented, I make a living playing music–something many people could only dream of, but yet every year I spend months trying to commit suicide. Stints of happiness and joy in what I do in no way make up for the pain and unhappiness I have experienced as long as I can remember. Drugs, therapy I have tried everything and have put myself far into debt because of it, so here I am; Broke, broken, and homeless. Is this my reward for treating people horribly in the past– continued self hatred, or is this a sign that things should end here? They seem to […]
