About the past, and I've been thinking a lot. Mainly about the failed suicide attempts. Yes attempts as in plural, more then one. I look at the vertical scars on my wrists daily. (Well I can't help but look at them since they will always be there) But I look back and wonder, what the hell was I thinking at the time....I know I was beyond depressed, but was it worth trying to take my own life? Was it really worth the pain I put my friends and family through to see me like I was?
You know I'm glad my attempts failed. It gave me a second chance to actually fix my head. And the 10 years since, I think I'm doing pretty well.