I didn’t think I’d end up like this: snot-nosed and teary-eyed, head down with the indents of my pill bottle in my hands. This was my third time here except this time I was here to stay.
I was in the emergency room, where people went when they had a bad cough. There were crying babies and drunk people; I’m sure their emergencies were a matter of life and death. But mine was all about death.