Tuesday, November 10, 2009


"...the pain grew and grew and I began to experience suicidal thoughts. I realize that life for me was at a desperate impasse. I thought of the garage as a place where I might sit in the car and inhale carbon monoxide. I'd look at the rafters in the attic as places where I might hang myself. I looked at sharp objects as being implements for my wrists"

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