Its raw depiction of suicide might be a dangerous choice but it shouldn’t be the real controversy.
When I first realized I wasn’t safe being by myself, I texted my mom that I needed her to fly up to New York from Florida. I wasn’t stable enough to explain why I couldn’t be alone, but I knew that at any moment I might harm myself without thinking anything through. My ability to think rationally was blocked by emotions that made no sense to me or anyone around me.
And thankfully, with my mom by my side every step of my recovery, I finally woke up one day and actually wanted to get up and be alive. And then I got better and better and better. Now, when I’m just feeling normal, I’m wary of it because I don’t trust that happiness will ever stay. But I let myself feel the happy, and the sad, and the frustrating, and all the confusing emotions we all have. Continue…
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