I expected to be all fired up and expressive as the days move along. But, I feel numb, avoidant and am slowly but surely fastening my space suit so I can exist outside of this atmosphere.
I leave effectively and completely. There is no one to notice, still.
I feared focusing on gathering the means again, but I am not. Having contemplated taking my life backward, forward, sideways and inside-out, there are very few methods I determined to be realistic options. Last year, the thing was, I had found the drugs in a cabinet at a thrift store. I opened it and there they were, handfuls of drugs. I just slipped them into my bag and honestly felt mercy had finally befallen me.
I didn't use them for a long while, but felt relief that they were an option. It's interesting, I am not sure I would have gone out of my way to extinguish myself, but presented with the option without effort, it was eventually irresistible.
I feel shame wash over me as I write. I should be more poignant, it seems. I should know myself more, made strides inward and outward, volunteered for good causes, recycled with diligence, come to peace in some monumental way...
But, here I am on this Sunday, floating like a helium balloon.