#4; The worst day of my life.

I've never been more sad. I've never been more frightened. Sadness with the velocity of a bullet. Fear with the force of a shotgun blast. Suicide #4: I'd like to think that the worst day of my life contained more feelings than simply sadness and fear. It would make for beautiful sentences; stringing powerful adjectives … Continue reading #4; The worst day of my life. →

Suicides #2 and 3

Drink til you finish the job

Suicide, Encounter #1.

I wrote my first blog about all the divorces I racked up over the years, counting them as if each was a battle I survived and therefore won. You see, I wear the overcoming of multiple broken homes as a pseudo badge of honor. Each divorce brought a challenge, shaped a part of me, and … Continue reading Suicide, Encounter #1. →