But sleeping pills, carbon monoxide, jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge—those methods, more peaceful, more serene, also provide that chance, however slim, that you might open your eyes and be alive.
All my life has been a struggle, it feels like god has always had his foot on my throat to assure me I wont be getting up and moving on in this life.
As I think back I now realize my brain never functioned correctly, in school I remember being confused and being lousy at remembering, concentrating, focusing and taking tests, though always fairly intelligent.