I remember running down a road on my way to a nursery of flowers. I remember her smile and her laugh when I was my best self and she looked at me like I could do no wrong and was whole. I remember how she looked at me the same way even when I wasn't. I remember her hand in mine and how that felt, as if something and someone belonged to me.

I thought: Just one step. One step at a time. You don’t have to do them all at once.

Right before my eyes, I could see my life going away from me and there was nothing I could do.

People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.

It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting.

I remember running down a road on my way to a nursery of flowers. I remember her smile and her laugh when I was my best self and she looked at me like I could do no wrong and was whole. I remember how she looked at me the same way even when I wasn't. I remember her hand in mine and how that felt, as if something and someone belonged to me.

The thing I realize is, that it's not what you take, it's what you leave.