I'm sorry to start with a morbid thought today.
Even though I can't imagine feeling so low that I wouldn't want to wake up in the morning I don't judge the ones that do or try to commit suicide. I don't know what's it like to be in their skin and I don't want to pretend that I understand.
My great aunt was killed in a car crash last week because some lady decided to end her life by driving the opposite way on the highway. It wasn't a mistake but a deliberate act of suicide.
What I don't understand is why she thought was ok to kill someone random in the process of ending her own life. Why couldn't she find a tree or a wall to crash into if she had a death wish?
I hope she found peace she was looking for.
P.S. On an up note. :) I have an interview over at Artists in Blogland.