I turned 33 years old three days ago on december 12th. Had you asked me when i was 21 and almost 6 years into a very, very unhealthy habit with a true killer of a substance, where id be when i turned 33, my answer would have been a blank grave in some random graveyard.

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Three years after that when i turned 24, I ended up od'ing three times. All intentional all three very very successful attempts. And all three times I ended up being brought back to life and in longer comas each and every time.

I moved away from everything and everyone i knew, I've tried to make new friends to no avail, I don't know how to find "good friends". Wanna know how many happy birthdays I got? Three total. Do you know how hard it is to resist those inner demons when the you feel like you don't matter in this life anymore?

If you've read this this this far I only have one ask of yall. You've already spend a few minutes reading this, can I ask you for one more minute of your time and get a like and a comment to remind me that that old life isn't worth the pain and that maybe i do matter. Somewhere? Thank you all.

Theyvwere my first experience with death. After my third and final coma lasted 14 and a half days and three weeks in the hospital after and 2 months in rehab, i promised myself idbnever go back to that life.