The day I decided it was enough I left work and told the owner I might or might night come back tomorrow. I remember calling my ex gf from high school who was my friend for over 6 years at the time and just breaking down. I remember her crying and telling me ‘I can’t believe this is the last time I’m talking to you’ before I hung up and proceeded to ingest every pill in the cabinet before chugging half a bottle of Tito’s.  I blacked out as far as I know, all I remember really is gaping cuts on my body and being covered in blood when the police arrived. I remember the bumpy ambulance ride, watching the highway lights streak past. Somehow I made it through those easy details. I swear I could write a monologue on what my touch with death was like.Especially since I’ve made no progress