Mach123
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Death and dying. I had been trying to figure out what was wrong since I was in my twenties I guess. I was so depressed always. Suicidal a lot of the time. I was clean a long stretch, most of my adult life actually, but my ability to function got less and less. I never was really functioning, I sort of could do things for a while, but I was experiencing failure to flourish. I just couldn't understand it. I had, you would have thought, everything going for me. The end came in my late forties. It is so hard still for me to say this. I was curled up on the couch for weeks in the fetal position, I was taking the pills the shrink had given me and I was drinking though I don't really remember. My wife knelt over me and she whispered, you're dying.
I don't know what happened next. I don't know how I got up from that or why. Here I am though. There's something in that.
I don't know what happened next. I don't know how I got up from that or why. Here I am though. There's something in that.