Today was a weird day, I was writing my suicide notes and other stuff I would leave behind so when I killed myself people would know why, anyways, besides the point.
I was testing out my ligature, which was a necktie like the ones you see on business suits, it somehow broke in the moment and I dropped down to the ground.
I was like in and out of consciousness I actually might have thought that I was dead for a moment, and my body was also pushing itself to survive as I was in this haze the image of my dog Bernie looking over me was something I didn't forget, he was always there.
What was weird was after the whole situation was over, when I stopped my trembling it was the exact same place I saw in my blurry vision. Bernie right in the center watching me.
Afterwards, I saw that my ligature snapped in half and saw where I fell.
Felt weird talking to my parents after that whole incident.
Like if I told them they would probably have PTSD or something.
I was testing out my ligature, which was a necktie like the ones you see on business suits, it somehow broke in the moment and I dropped down to the ground.
I was like in and out of consciousness I actually might have thought that I was dead for a moment, and my body was also pushing itself to survive as I was in this haze the image of my dog Bernie looking over me was something I didn't forget, he was always there.
What was weird was after the whole situation was over, when I stopped my trembling it was the exact same place I saw in my blurry vision. Bernie right in the center watching me.
Afterwards, I saw that my ligature snapped in half and saw where I fell.
Felt weird talking to my parents after that whole incident.
Like if I told them they would probably have PTSD or something.
