I can’t remember the exact date, but I remember it being summer of 2015, or maybe 2014. I sat on the stairs of my deck and made a phone call... to whom I can’t remember. I needed help.
I was broken.
I didn’t know who I had become.
I was hurting those I love, and I couldn’t cope with my thoughts any longer.
This is my story.
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