Have you ever felt blessed but also incomplete, lucky yet cursed, whole but lacking? Have you pondered the puzzle of existence and felt frustrated, bored or forlorn?
The path to the box was cluttered with dreams.
Boxes of trophies, and thin skinny jeans.
Also bags under eyes, and grandma’s old quilts
And other reminders of all her past guilts.
Do you have a story to share about what life has been like after surviving a suicide attempt? Do you experience suicidal feelings and/or thoughts and would you like to share how it is to live through them? We would be honored to have your story as part of the project.