Survivor

I know it’s been a while. Last time I wrote I had a urinary problem. Went to the ER cos I couldn’t sleep, had to be on sick leave, went to the loony bin which made me feel even worse physically and mentally. I attempted suicide twice: The first time I swallowed pills. The second time I jumped from an emergency staircase 6 meters high. I broke my femur and had to stay 3 months in a wheelchair. I was very depressed and my parents became very tense and somehow desperate. In two days I will go to rehab and be able to walk again. In the meantime I fell in love with my (female) physiotherapist and I had to change physiotherapist to avoid any complication. It broke my heart but I’m trying to keep my head above the water. I have started drawing again, which is very positive.