With all of the stuff going on around me at that time in my life, being beaten, being homeless, using drugs, and so much more...my brain overloaded and became depressed. I've attempted suicide multiple times in my life with various things: shotgun, hanging, and overdose. With every failed ending, I began to realize..it's not meant to be. I'm suppose to be here, and now with my kids here...I know someone was looking out for me then. From pulling the trigger on the gun and having it not fire...to having a rope snap...to having a buddy hold my head as my lips turned purple and face white from the bottle of medication I just consumed. Someone got me through it all. Getting back to my mother, after being diagnosed with her illnesses...she began taking meds which made her normal again. We would visit over the summer and felt normal again. That was until she had to receive emergency surgery on a tumor on her brain. They cut the tumor the size of a tennis ball out, but doing so messed her up worse. After she healed, she would never be the same again.
Thank you again for following and reading my story. It's hard to talk about, but it's been helping me so much. Although I'm putting 30 years into a few short stories, I feel like everyone is able to see and feel what I did. You guys and gals are awesome. Stay strong.
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When will my life begin?
And it already begins.
6 and a half months clean(not SH)
6 weeks on sertraline 50mg 💊 
Longing for a New Begining
