Thursday, July 9, 2015
Sometimes there's not a silver lining?
95 days ago my mom tried to kill herself.
I don't think she wanted to; she didn't even take the right pills.
Didn't make it hurt less.
But I can't say that I have truly felt feelings yet. I don't know that I know how to.
I returned to the hospital she was initially admitted to 3 days later. Same floor.
As I walked to say my final goodbyes to a man that had impacted my life in a way words can't explain, I stared at a room, just a few doors down, that I had walked through days before.
He hadn't chosen his fate.
She tried.
I am thankful. I am thankful her attempt didn't work. I am thankful Adrian was a part of my life.
But when it comes to my mom, I'm unequipped as to how to feel.
Sometimes I think I can't feel because it will hurt her.
When someone says their only reason for living is you and then they decide the bottom of a pill bottle is worth more... Where do you go with that?
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