A year ago today, I almost died.
I spent the better part of today thinking of what I wanted to write here, but nothing seems right.
I feel like I need more time to reflect on the past year and contemplate my future before I decide to share how I'm feeling.
Actually, I know this: I'm glad I failed at killing myself, but I don't know why I still feel as depressed as I did on that night.
I feel like I don't even recognize myself sometimes.
No comments:
Post a Comment