When I was suicidal, I knew exactly how I wanted to take my own life.
At the time, Darren and I had a ton of painkillers to choose from.
I was going to overdose.
My second option was to stab myself,
but I preferred the pills.
There were a couple of factors that kept me from following through with it.
One of them was the idea of my loved ones planning my funeral.
Who would go?
What would be said?
Where would my soul end up?
I’m not mad at you for what you did.
In fact, I understand it.
I see why people take their own lives.
But only God knows how much I wish you hadn’t.