I had a flashback recently and with that came lots of understanding and reason. Thoughts like these cascaded through my psyche , "15-year-old me who almost 'unalived' herself would be in absolute disbelief if she saw her life now".

In grade 10, I made the decision that I didn't want to be alive anymore. It didn't take much convincing. I couldn't bear the living conditions, the helplessness and the need for change. After the last straw, I knew action needed to be taken. I was cowardly, I wanted to make the bold move but wanted to do it in the most easiest or painless way. Without hesitation, I consumed an entire bottle of my father's high blood pressure medication. Thereafter, I dressed up and headed to school.

All I remember was that I was sitting in History class then I was sitting in the school's office, awaiting my dad with the ambulance on the way. I felt sad when I saw my dad cry when he arrived, he was in shock and disbelief- I wonder what went through his head at the time. Maybe it was selfish of me, in hindsight- a cry for attention while still validating my reasons.

My best friend Griselda and my dad accompanied me in the ambulance on the way to the hospital while the paramedics...