In my search to end my life, something actually died with me. This idea of death itself. It’s no wonder that those of us whom have attempted to escape speak so candidly about it … stoically and sometimes, dare I say, humorously. The bottom isn’t rock. There is a membrane that pulls you through to the other side … into life (if you are lucky enough to have the eyes to see it), where death simply becomes an illusion. Once I finally saw for myself that there is no escape from life, death ceased to play the role as a temptress, for nothing exists but life itself.


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