The sunrise is unstoppable.
It happens whether or not anyone experiences it. Time. Moves. On. Period. This was my only thought as I moved through calm waters towards the most exciting suicide attempt on earth. I had felt a wave of euphoria as I settled into my kayak, but that proved to be ephemeral and replaced quickly by a strong sense of dread. I couldn't tell if the four strangers around me felt the same; I didn't have time to care.
The rapids were coming. The Inga Rapids.
As the first run came into view my heart played a steady bass drum on my temple and my breath shortened. I blinked, and I was surrounded by white water. I saw a whirlpool forming to my right so I dug my paddle and rolled left. The cold river hugged my head as the bottom of my kayak kissed the beaming sun. When I emerged I felt fear that should have paralyzed me, but instead it drove me.
Over the next four hours I wavered between crying in clear waters and determination in the white. Even now the memory creates tears equal parts joy, frustration, sadness, and fear.
At least I made it out.
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Emotional Mixology
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