March 27, 2022
In 1990 I tried to kill myself.
I didn’t want to die.
I just wanted to give my kids to grow up without a damaged mother and I thought if I was out of the picture they might have a better chance.
I was severely depressed, not just feeling sad. I couldn’t think; function.
I felt like poison and I guess I was.
After the suicide attempt, I was recovering in the psychiatric wing of Willingboro Hospital
I was lost in a grey fog.
There was a nurse who brought a radio and place it at my bedside.
I couldn’t talk or communicate with anyone. and I couldn’t understand what the radio was saying,
But the vibrations pulled me back into the world and gradually I was able to understand what was going on around me.
I kept my hand on the radio for a long time after the nurse left the room.