Conflicted Anniversaries

September is my least favourite month of the year - every year. It's the one month of the year that I wish I could sleep through. Today marks the one year anniversary since the last time I tried to commit suicide. It's also the 6 month anniversary since the last time I cut myself and… Continue reading Conflicted Anniversaries



[Trigger Warning!] I don't have a Grim Reaper; I have a Black Dog Rather than a lead He offers me a noose. Darkness - all consuming So much to tempt me, so much attractiveness in death. Death looks like losing the fight to some; But looks like winning freedom to me. Cutting, overdoses, and hanging,… Continue reading Black