*Trigger warning: discussion of suicide attempt*
I cried last night thinking about how hard this past year has been.
Some of us had IVs in our arms. Some of us drank activated charcoal and couldn’t walk because of what we did to our bodies.
I didn’t think I would live to the end of 2018, but for a lot of us, we’re still here.
It’s confusing some days. I left the mental hospital in the clothes I attempted in with no house keys and a paper bag.
Sometimes I feel like I’m freefalling with no real direction because I prepared to die but I didn’t prepare to live. I’m figuring out what I should do with myself. I don’t know what my life should look like after a suicide attempt, but I’m glad to be alive to figure that out.
Some of us are here because we clung to the one floatation device we had. That could be a song, a pet, a dream, or a loved one.
If you’re just floating or if you found land, I hope you know that you are not alone and that you are apart of a community of people who feel what you feel and lived what you lived. We’re in this together.