The funeral was scheduled to take place a week after his death. Catherine quit her job, my father’s shareholders started selling off their shares of the company and I had lost my will to live.“What was the point of it all?” I kept asking myself. My life had taken a turn for the worse. I had no money, no job, and no family. No family except my husband, but he was no family to me.Three days after my father’s death my depression was at its worst and I could not bear it any longer. I went to my husband’s room and grabbed a whole pack of pills. I took a bottle of water from the fridge and emptied half of the pack on my palm.The little round pills seemed to be calling to me. Each one of them seemed to offer a bit of solace and freedom, but I did not want a bit. I wanted to be completely free of it all. To leave this wicked world behind. Ever since I was a child I always took my water first before I took my pills, so I flooded my mouth with water and threw the pills into my mouth. I had n
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