After I Pulled the Trigger: Surviving Suicide’s Lie by Clinging to Hope’s Truth [Kindle Edition]
On January 24th, 1986, when I was 16 years-old, I was about to climb over that wall. For seven months I had considered suicide as a way to release myself from years of despair and depression. My plan was to hide myself away from sight and sound in a secluded patch of woods and turn a rifle on myself. The suicidal thoughts had desensitized me so much to what I was doing it marginalized the actual killing process. Loading the rifle and pulling the trigger was a mere formality to reach the promised land of a life change through suicide. When I pulled the trigger, I knew I had made a mistake.
Suicide had offered me a hand up and over the wall, and as I passed over the top, what I saw waiting for me on the other side made me regret ever pulling the trigger. It was too late for regrets; because once I pulled the trigger the bullet was gone forever. I was spared that night through an intervention but not an intervention of this world. If you are considering going over the same wall I did, please sit and allow me to tell you my story.