One thing I've never told anyone.
I tried to kill myself a few months after the accident.
It's not something like to think about. It's one of the things I've pushed deep down inside of me.
I remember it clearly now, though.
I was sitting in my shower, with a razor blade in my hand. I was crying, and the salty tears were stinging the cuts I've previously made.
I was thinking about dragging l the razor across my wrists. I was going to ignore the pain. I was going to end it.
I didn't make it past the whole cut.
I was left crying even harder, with the dropped blade sitting on the shower floor, and watching the pink of my blood mixed with water going down the drain through blurry eyes.