Five months later,
leaving the ward,
staring up at the sun,
and wondering,
‘will my new life
be like my old’.
A year later…
No more suiciding.
A new flat.
Old friends.
New friends.
Volunteering.
I look forward
and I look back.
I think and I over-think.
All I can truly say
is that I’m not better,
but I am recovering.
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