I had planned to write some poetry this afternoon, but, whilst searching Twitters writing prompts this morning, I stumbled upon the following ... write a 99-word story using this ending: How did I survive that?)
I may still ponder the poetic later on this evening, but for now....
'HOW DID I SURVIVE THAT'
I don’t remember how I got to my bedroom that evening with a full bottle of tablets and a pint glass of water. I don’t remember contemplating suicide, or for one single moment wishing I was dead.
I don’t remember feeling suicidal. I don’t remember wanting to die.
I do vaguely remember taking the pills.
There was no lining up of tablets like you see on TV, no thoughts, no fear, no emotion - only *nothingness*.
I tipped the pills from bottle to mouth until there were no more pills to take.
Oftentimes I wonder... How did I survive that?
28 years (and four children) on - I feel incredibly blessed to be here.