“…This isn’t your fault loved ones. I can’t be helped. I love you. I hope your wishes come true in your endeavors.”

In that moment I finished up bottles of benzodiazepines and liquid opiates quickly. I felt the life inside me slowly start to wash away into a silent fading rhythm of my heart and breath. “Here it comes. Finally…” Continue reading The Bottled Suicide: Fear, Depression, & Finding a Purpose