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Preface
I had to confess that there were times, rare moments when I would imagine how I’d die. I could sit here and lie to you and say they were just morbid intrusive thoughts, but they weren’t. I methodically planned how it would go.
Not looking both ways before crossing a street and getting hit by a bus. Walking a little too close to the side of a cliff. Not checking the strength of a prescription and taking one too many. Swimming in the ocean at the wrong time of day.
These were just thoughts of human errors, or some might say mother nature. Accidents , if you will.
Mishaps were not a sin, unlike suicide.
