As I approach the one year anniversary of my nearly successful suicide I can’t help feeling angry at the world. I intentionally overdosed and came very close to dying, but I was saved. However, I didn’t want to be “saved.” I wanted it to be over, most days I still do.
I did my part, I had a good plan everything should have been perfect; I should be dead. Unfortunately a family member stopped by unannounced and changed my fate. I didn’t ask for help, hell, I didn’t want help. Most days I wish they would have let me die, but they didn’t. So I fake a smile and keep going with life.
Remember to smile,