Ешь, молись, люби

Chapter 17

           (Whenafriendcomplimentedmynewlook,allIcouldsay,grimly,was,"OperationSelf-Esteem-DayFuckingOne.")

           ThelastthingItried,afterabouttwoyearsoffightingthissorrow,wasmedication.IfImayimposemyopinionshere,Ithinkitshouldalwaysbethelastthingyoutry.Forme,thedecisiontogotherouteof"VitaminP"happenedafteranightwhenI’dsatonthefloorofmybedroomformanyhours,tryingveryhardtotalkmyselfoutofcuttingintomyarmwithakitchenknife.Iwontheargumentagainsttheknifethatnight,butbarely.Ihadsomeothergoodideasaroundthattime-abouthowjumpingoffabuildingorblowingmybrainsoutwithagunmightstopthesuffering.Butsomethingaboutspendinganightwithaknifeinmyhanddidit.

           ThenextmorningIcalledmyfriendSusanasthesuncameup,beggedhertohelpme.Idon’tthinkawomaninthewholehistoryofmyfamilyhadeverdonethatbefore,hadeversatdowninthemiddleoftheroadlikethatandsaid,inthemiddleofherlife,"Icannotwalkanotherstepfurther-somebodyhastohelpme."Itwouldn’thaveservedthosewomentohavestoppedwalking.Nobodywouldhave,orcouldhave,helpedthem.Theonlythingthatwould’vehappenedwasthattheyandtheirfamilieswouldhavestarved.Icouldn’tstopthinkingaboutthosewomen.

           AndIwillneverforgetSusan’sfacewhensherushedintomyapartmentaboutanhouraftermyemergencyphonecallandsawmeinaheaponthecouch.Theimageofmypainmirroredbackatmethroughhervisiblefearformylifeisstilloneofthescariestmemoriesformeoutofallthosescaryyears.

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