It's sick and sad, but I remember 88% of everything that has happened to me since I was 3 years old. I remember it all. That is why I drink so much. I want it all to go away.
It comes in waves. Like, a smell of bread will remind me of when I was 6 and eating in the cafeteria at my grade school, yet I can completely picture that cafeteria and how I felt at that moment. I was a kid. I felt alone and scared. These girls teased me (I realize now that they were flirting. They made me uncomfortable.). I don't want to think about that anymore.
Sadly, my son Simon (9) seems to be the same way. He has told me stories about things that happened to him when he was two years old. Happy stuff. Sad stuff. And I know he is right because I was there.
These days, I tend to lie on my couch at night and stare at the ceiling for hours, contemplating the best way to kill myself. That obsession has been going on for 6 months now. I don't think I will do it, but it is about time already.
I finally figured it out! Too! How to do it!
I do not want to leave a mess behind. That is number one. Number two: I want it to work and be efficient, no mistakes. I don't like guns, but that is the best way as my research shows. I'd drive to the ocean, 3 hours away, and walk out in the surf and blow my fucking head off in the ocean. Let the crabs have a piece of my mind.
Of course, my friends, I'm just saying this is how I'd handle it IF I WERE suicidal. I'm not. Why not? I love my son, Simon, so much. He and I are two souls together. I could never leave him. He is my best friend and he needs me.