The death anniversary that almost was
Content warning: suicide attempt, mental illness
I’ve mourned October 12 for the past nine years. Today, I’m going to celebrate it.
I don’t remember the weather well that Friday morning in 2012; I just know it was warm enough to sit outside at the base of a tree without freezing. I don’t remember everything about that day, but I remember this: packing a bag with a banana, a paper towel, a pair of scissors. Skipping lunch in the cafeteria and instead trekking from my dorm room up a hill to a grassy area near a reservoir. Sitting at the base…