Thursday, August 22, 2013


The Old Woman always told me that once suicide becomes a real option in a person's life, every time life gets hard, those thoughts of suicide become one more thing you have to struggle against.

I have a dear friend who says he has been suicidal since he was 12 years old.  He and I have known each other forever.  We bonded over our wretched early beginnings.

First, there was trying to open up the veins in his arm.  Later, a failed attempt at relaxing into a noose.  (A noose, he told me, was tied perfectly.)  Then a bottle of pills.  More recently, trying to drink a lethal amount of cheap booze.

But, this week, pills did the trick.  And, I'm heart broken.

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