Calming the Sea, Drifting Away

One

I don't usually believe in miracles, but what else could it have been? Luck? Strength? No. I think it was something more.

The night I tried to take myself out of this world was the best of my life.

I went to dinner with my family, then we got dessert at my favorite ice cream parlor, and then we went to the movie theater for the premier of the final installment in my favorite series. For a while, I actually forgot about everything that was going wrong in my life.

I went home, kissed my parents goodnight, and went into my room. I figured, "why not end it happily?", so I took the pill bottle out from under my bed and swallowed the contents.

The next morning, I woke up. I couldn't believe it. There was a large puddle of puke beside my bed, probably containing the pills. I felt like my stomach exploded and was filling my body with toxic ooze. My parents were both at work, so I called the emergency room and told them everything that had happened.

An ambulance came and picked me up shortly. I was rushed to the emergency room, nurses working on me on the way. I don't remember much, but I do remember excruciating pain.

I knew I was lucky. I shouldn't have lived, but I did. The little voice in my head said to me, "You have another chance. Use it wisely. Not everybody has this opportunity."

I couldn't waste the opportunity. I needed to make things better.