Life After Attempted Suicide

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On Easter Day, two years ago, I had a lovely day with my brother and his family and my dad and stepmom at my dad’s house. I went home that evening and chased down 20+ Ativan pills with a bottle of champagne and went to sleep with no intention of waking up. I tell a detailed account of this event in my book, but I wanted to share a little about what this means to me now. Every year since then, when I hear the word Easter, I get a pit in my stomach. It started this year in mid-March. My whole mood changes and I find very little interesting or pleasurable. I get depressed and begin dreading the inevitable, Easter. My mom knows this. So this year she proposed driving to the mountains for Easter weekend and leaving all semblance of a traditional Easter in Charleston. I could not be more grateful to her for this weekend. Then while at lunch yesterday, the server brings us a bottle of Prosecco and said this is from “the girls” I broke down. So many emotions but that was just the tipping point. Thankfully these were feelings of gratitude. I’m so incredibly lucky to have such wonderful, caring people in my life. What could’ve been a dreadful, sad weekend has become a reminder of how truly blessed I am. I’m so thankful to be alive today. Happy Easter everyone! #normalizementalhealth #suicideawarness
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