“This must be what death feels like”.
My body felt so cold and numb. My skin was dry, and my intake of air was obviously obstructed. I sat by the window of my dorm room on a Friday night, similar to many others, with a bundle of my twine twisting between my fingers.
I usually try to convince myself of ending my life on Friday or Saturday because it’s ideal for my roommates to be gone while I try to liberate myself from this absurdity. I have participated in suicidal gestures – even if they would be unbeknownst to anyone else. A full attempt usually is rather […]