Sorry this is late, but I had a lot on my mind.
The Friday before my birthday, a birthday I was actually happy about for the first time in years, I was told that a girl committed suicide.
I grieved for her. I grieved for her even though I had never met her, never talked with her, never really glanced in her direction.
The one who told me she committed suicide said that he too was going to commit.
I was deeply wounded. I wanted to break apart. But I didn't.
Drowning in depression for two days and two nights. Until the one who told me of her death said that
...she was ALIVE.
Of all the gifts I received on my Birthday...none have ever compared to that...!
The best, and worst, Birthday Weekend of my short life.
4/18/11
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