I used to try to kill myself. (A lot.)
I am so glad I was unsuccessful — Whew!? — and also, that I don’t try to do that anymore.
JOY I would have missed out on: a son! Talented-artistic, he made this:
JOY I would have missed out on: a grandson! Silly below in, “tealight eyes.” 😉
JOY I would have missed out on: my best-bud kitter-catz…
MORE JOY I would have missed out on: some very special feathered friends; dear to my heart. Also my garden. Also lots of walks. Also skies. (Oh: and books. And tunes. And…)
ALSO some very special people, too. 😉
DON’T, ever, try to kill yourself, okay? Please. (Look at it this way: murder is, murder. You wouldn’t murder anyone else, right?! Well, don’t murder yoU!)
Got that? Say it again: I m-a-t-t-e-r.