Barring a miracle, it'll be sometime later this year. Possibly October or my birthday, November 1st. In some traditions that's the day of the dead, how appropriate.
For most of my life I've tried to look for reasons to live, or at least reasons to put off suicide. The reasons have fallen away one by one. They aren't being replaced anymore.
The first time I took conscious direct steps to end my life I was 13. I was so innocent. I'd written my toddler brothers a suicide note and went off in the woods to find a piece of glass to cut my wrist. It wasn't sharp enough or I wasn't brave enough. I went back to the house to get a knife instead and glanced at the note still lying on my bed. I had a sudden, crystal clear realization. There was absolutely no reason on that note that would be good enough for a small child.
If I hadn't had that realization before I went to wash off the blood, then what happened next probably would have sealed the deal. My mother and step father laughed and mocked me. They tried to take a picture of my wrists with their new polaroid. I actually had forgotten (much of my childhood is locked away in my mind) until I found the picture, me with swollen eyes and a bloody towel across my shoulder giving them the finger.
My whole life since then has been finding reasons to not kill myself YET.
Im out of reasons. I'm just trying to enjoy one last season, one last summer, the last year in a home of my own, a garden of my own, a tiny piece of ground where I can sit in privacy and safety with my feet in the grass watching bees and butterflies. Such a luxury and more than many people have, I know.
I've tried to join groups and increase my contacts (Who knew there was a 12 Step group for people with emotional problems!??? Emotions Anonymous, there's groups all over and online ones too) I've joined churches and woman's groups and guitars groups and sci Fi groups. I'm thankful for COVID, (but remembering the very real tragedy of it) cause it let me have much wider opportunity to connect.
Yet here I am slipping away.
I'm thankful to have a place to write these words where others can read them, it's kind of like a crowd sourced diary.
I'm grateful to share in so many other's stories too. It makes me feel less alone.