Suicide Attempt
The bonds of sleep were slowly sliding off my body and I could finally stretch out my my legs. I yawned, rubbed my eyes and as I started to marvel at my morning breath the smell of strong alcohol hit my nostrils and the heat of anger flooded my body. I was alive! Damnit! I was still alive! WHY!!! My 12 page suicide note was still attached to the bedroom door with the big bandaid because I couldn’t find any tape. The empty Klonopin bottle was still on the nightstand. It was full less than 12 hours ago. A ½ liter of 100 proof liquor sat on the floor. The other half I had washed the pills down with. I should be dead. DAMN! I kept saying in my head. I don’t usually swear, but I figured I already tried to kill myself so to hell with it. ......You can read more from this story in "Well" , a memoir, release date 3/31/2018
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