Last night it happened. I actually hit rock bottom. I found myself sitting in my hallway staring at the floor with blood running down my arm. I hadn't realized how deep I cut. I mean I felt nothing. I thought that when you get cut the pain receptors in your skin and arm are supposed to alert you so that doesn't happen. But they didn't. If I was bleeding and feeling nothing, then why am I here? Because of a lovely woman named Michelle. I have never met this person. I have never before heard her voice or her name. She just happened to be the one to answer my call to 1800suicide. I ended up talking to her for 2 and a half hours. Just going over shit. She just listened. She ended up making me realize that if there are people like her in the world then maybe it isn't all bad. Maybe I will be able to get over this. I am powering through.
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