I’m fighting ending my life today. I don’t know why I’m being pulled to leave, exactly, but I can’t seem to climb out.
After 24 medication trials in the last decade or so, you’d think I’d have found something that worked – but not so for this ginger.
My son needs me here for as long as life keeps me. My significant other wants me to live, and so do family and friends.
I wish I did.