This is not a self harm post
I jumped off of something. Not super high. Not super low either.
I guess I just wanted to know what it feels like. To feel something other than sadness.
To experience pain that’s physical. Measured. Real. Instead of this endless emotional anguish.
To fall and actually hit the bottom, instead of this free fall we’re all in.
It hurt. I’m fine. And now I can walk home thinking about how bad my feet hurt, instead of my heart.
Missing you always, Charlie.
Love, mama 🤍