Dear November 21st,
You are a day that I believe I am always going to remember. It’s been two years now and I’m in a much different place than I was back then, but somehow, I can’t forget about you. It’s as if that night is engraved in the side of my brain, forcing me to remember every detail. My first suicide attempt. It doesn’t even sound real. I truly am thankful for this moment in my life, not because it happened or because of the things that lead me to it, but because of everything that happened afterwards. As much pain as there was, how badly I was hurting inside, I began to truly try and make a change for the better. I’m not happy that it left my parents devastated and hurting. I’m not happy that it left me in debt and ruined one of my best friendships, but I am happy that I rose from it. I made goals and I looked inside myself to see what the issue was. Now I take medicine, but I learned to be introspective and listen to myself back then. It was a growing experience that I never could have wished for. I wished for many other things. To die, to be a different person, to not be unhappy, but I didn’t know that this cry for help was going ot be the true life-changer. I’m grateful for this day because of it. Now I am a different person. I’m married, in a good place, loving life, and I am striving every day to be better. It’s because of you that I am reaching for the stars, because I know how it feels to be buried beneath the Earth. May you never be forgotten. #Thanks4Now E.L. Grahamwood
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