It had been ten months since my “date rape†by a police officer-in-training, five months since my mother’s death from a protracted battle with multiple cancers, and three hours since I succumbed to the grief of both by overdosing on whatever prescription drugs I could find in my roommate’s medicine cabinet. Now I lay immobilized in Atlanta’s busiest emergency room, unable to wipe the tears of terror that streamed down my face.
It wasn’t my first attempt at suicide—I had battled major depression since adolescence—but it was the first time I had ever sought medical assistance following such an episode. Having gone […]