Posted by Atticus on September 15, 2004, at 10:59:32
In reply to Going Under, posted by saw on September 15, 2004, at 5:36:20
I can identify with this piece so much right now. Different lyrics from my poem "Bracelets of Torn Thought," but the same old exhausting melody. I'm tired of picking up the pieces, you're tired of being pulled under. I think, "How much more of this can I take?" I hit the wall this past spring when I attempted suicide. You have my support and my understanding of how difficult it is to fight an internal enemy that is so relentless, so remorseless, and is, at the moment, seemingly impervious to my meds. Keep struggling to the surface. I've come to value each additional gulp of air as a gift, no matter how difficult the times in between those breaths may seem. Atticus
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