So it's been a while, and a favorite from a friendly stranger reminded me that sometimes, people DO look at my account here... I realized that when I left this site, I left it in a bad way, and that anyone reading my last journal would probably assume I'd gone out to attempt suicide a second time. This is not the case.
For 7 or 8 months after that attempt on my own life, I battled. Every day I woke up fighting my every instinct to lie back down and die. I pushed through without ever hoping to see a light at the end of the tunnel... I just pushed to push. If there's one thing that I am it's stubborn, and I decided that if I really MUST live, well, damn it, I'm going to and just you try to stop me. Every day I fought the voices in my head telling me how likely I was to fail... I mockingly referred to the voice as "C-3PO", as it often felt like it was telling me my chances of navigating this asteroid field of depression were zero to none. Surprisingly, that helped a little. Even a small victory was worth celebration, and eventually I racked up enough small victories to finally overcome the depression(and thereby, the drug problems as well).
That's not to say my job was through, though. Over those hellish months, I'd alienated a lot of my closest friends, done things that, when looked back upon, were beyond heinous. At the time, when it felt like everyone was against me, I'd justified many of the mistakes I had, and simply piled them on top of the many regrets I had in life. Unless I dealt with those as well, the depression would never truly leave. This is how I know, at my core, despite all the things I'd allowed myself to do, I was still a good person: I knew I needed to apologize and try to make things right. I clung to that like a drowning man clinging to a lifesaver. As soon as my mind had cleared of the depression and drugs, I had many apologies to make, even if there might never be forgiveness. And so I made them, honestly, sincerely, and in person if it was ever at all possible. Many of those friends I know I shall never see again, yet I am at peace with that. I even made peace with the one who, when I was contemplating suicide, told me to go ahead and do it because I deserved to die. That, I think, was the hardest, but it needed to be done badly.
I have learned so much about myself. I lost everything that I was, but I found out who I could be. And the truth? I really love that person. She's beautiful, smart, and tries to do what's right no matter what. And I love me for that. And so I push on. And just you try to stop me.