"No fuckin way was I answering the door. Ironically, I didn’t want to get shot. My therapist called the Sargeant or something, I can’t remember exactly who, and assured them I was okay and that their “service” was no longer needed."
Nothing like a near death experience to realize you don't actually want to die right then. Something similar happened to me a few years back. I have had varying degrees of suicidal ideation for almost two decades now, but when I had a near death experience I was 100% sure I didn't want to actually die; or at least not right then and not like that. It was a moment of clarity I try to tap into when times get dark for me, as they sometimes do. I don't know if I'd call it healthy, but it's gotten me this far.
Nothing like a near death experience to realize you don't actually want to die right then. Something similar happened to me a few years back. I have had varying degrees of suicidal ideation for almost two decades now, but when I had a near death experience I was 100% sure I didn't want to actually die; or at least not right then and not like that. It was a moment of clarity I try to tap into when times get dark for me, as they sometimes do. I don't know if I'd call it healthy, but it's gotten me this far.