Our whole life consists of our choices. What to eat today, what to wear, which way to go to work or who to talk to today. I face choices every day in the same way.
Every day my inner scales weigh all the pain that has burned a black hole in me, hopeless and all-consuming. And each time it outweighs everything I should have kept fighting for.
Every day I take the gun out of my nightstand, stare at it for a long time. And every day I make my choice, putting it back with the thought "not today”.
I always have my best friend with me, who also doesn't let me give up. She loves me no matter what, and understands me, probably much more than people do. I cannot leave her.
Every day I make my...