“I’m here because I tried to end my life and it didn’t work.”
The words flew out of my mouth before I felt the weight of their meaning, and I fought back tears once it came.
I am here for so many reasons, but my life restarted the day after I tried to end it — the day I decided it was maybe worth living. The day I realized that ending my life would mean leaving her behind.
In honor of Mental Health Awareness Month, I thought I’d share my very first recovery-themed poem. I wrote this in May of 2000, while I was in treatment. I was approximately one week sober. What Will People Think? Waiting for the right words, not knowing how to speak. Afraid to explain,