I don’t really know my story. I attempted suicide at fifteen, was in a coma for five days and in hospitals for months. Eventually – I felt better, like I’d finally crossed back over that line, the one where you can almost label yourself “normal”. I finally thought I’d appreciated surviving, that it had happened for a reason. But every so often those thoughts cross my mind again.Â
Sometimes I think it’s more than depression, like there’s something deeper. But to me that void seems so complicated it’s not worth exploring. I can never draw the picture.
Now, I’ve got my life mapped out. I […]
