Have you ever been close to death? I have.
If you’ve known me long enough you’ll know the story.
I don’t feel like going into details.
But in the moment of that choice did I regret making it?
That is the question I pondered Friday.
Did I in those seconds before blacking out regret trying to kill myself?
No. I did not. I wished to die. I wanted to die. I still want that to be.
We make a choice in life and maybe that choice lives with us always.
Maybe there are those who are never meant to be here.
And maybe, just maybe, I am one of those people.
It all just keeps piling, brick upon brick, upon my chest, lungs, throat and heart.
I feel that weight squeezing the life out of me.
Put me out of my misery. Please.