suicide – Never had a white picket fence

I’m crazy for trying and crazy for crying

The biggest road block to going “home” was not having one to go to. I was going “home” to mom’s condo. My life was still imploded. My life IS still imploded. Not one thing that has happened have I asked for, or wanted. My husband made all the decisions for me and wanted them implemented.…

So lonely

I didn’t want to get admitted to that tertiary care hospital, but I sure didn’t want to risk a whole weekend of being stuck in the emergency room. They listened to my concerns about why I didn’t want to be admitted there, that my smaller hospital was part of the same healthcare system and I…

Crazy for feeling

You know when you have those lightbulb moments? I had one last November that was not a shining one. I had officially hit rock bottom in my life. I hope I never go lower than I did then. My friend had to bring me to the emergency room because I went on a hunger strike…

C’mon down!

The next two weeks I felt like overall things were getting better. I even bounded down the stairs one morning straight into his arms and told him we were going to be alright. I couldn’t have been more wrong. We had our moments, but it felt like we were doing ok, making improvements. He was…