Getting Started Living

Tree of Life, Celtic Symbol

When I was thirteen, I resolved to commit suicide. I was going to hang myself. I remember feeling infinitely tired, as if the very air around me was squeezing so tight I could no longer breathe. I could go for days never leaving my bed, just staring up at the ceiling listening to the radio. I wouldn't be thinking about anything in particular, I would be trying to will myself into nothingness. I didn't want to think, I didn't want to feel, I wanted to cease.

When the ...