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February 25, 2009The bottle did not do the trick. Come 7:00pm, I was already decided.
I was back to my 9-year old self, in between sobbing tears, the words came out of my mouth like thunder bolts. I went to my only refuge of strength, finally. The relief I needed was nothing close as I have imagined but the pain stinged deeper within me. Recalling the memory brought me back to day one when all reason has left my brain while my soul has lingered like a ghost in my earthly body. My dad just held me in his arms, with his thoughts, with all his heart; he became my strength after he whispered, ‘everything will be alright’. He cradled me to sleep. Although the nightmares did not stop, and I awoke without him by my side, I breathed-in oxygen like it was my personal morphine. Everything will be alright whether it be the best or the worst possibility I have predicted.







