Today is kind of an odd day for me. Four years ago, a young man lost his battle with depression in a nearby town. It's, sadly, not an uncommon occurrence in our world. I am, myself, a survivor of a suicide attempt. I have dealt with mental illness my entire life, and when I read about him, it was like reading about myself. I'd never met him, but somehow, his story, his life, touched me. It's like, I have to live, in honor of those who didn't make it through. The boy became a sort of guardian angel to me, and I know he's the reason I am still here. I have found myself contemplating suicide at times, but I cannot go through with it, because in a weird way, he won't let me. He was reborn as an angel so that others would understand what they have here on earth is precious. You can take this literally, or symbolically, I don't care. But today I am celebrating life, both mine and his. Happy "bitrthday," angel.
This always gives me the giggles. Fare-thee-well, Goblin King..............
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