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Sometimes, when I walk down the driveway to get the mail, I imagine walking away from everything. Away from my past, away from the pain. When I’m driving, I imagine driving until everything makes sense, driving until everything is fixed. But that’s no way to live, so then I walk back inside, I drive back home, and I realize that I’m okay and I have a million things to be grateful for. We all do, really.
Earlier this year the only thing that soothed me to sleep was the thought of suicide. Everything was out of control. I was sixteen years old, I didn’t eat, I […]