Exactly two weeks ago, I was lying unconscious in the emergency room. I had swallowed two handfuls of pain medication and sedatives, hoping to fall into a deep sleep and drift away into blissful silence. I did not think past that, how I might not ever wake up again or how I would be hurting my loved ones. It didn't matter. The only thing that was on my mind was the excruciating pain of my depression and self-hatred
My Own Worst Enemy hopes to chronicle my story as I push off from the ocean floor and ascend towards the surface. I know there's sunshine and fresh air up there; I can see the rays of light penetrating the dark. I just need to start kicking and hold my breath. It's a long way up and I can't wait to see what's in store.