Snowbrush

Showing posts with label suicide. Show all posts
Showing posts with label suicide. Show all posts

Memories and regrets

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Paul Tirmenstein and John Marthaler in 1984, two years to the month before Pauls' death A lot of high-rise apartments ...
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"Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced." Keats

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I was in the kitchen last night when I was suddenly so overcome by the fear of death that I couldn't have felt much worse had I been on...
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Today's barely edited

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I didn’t feel old until a year or two ago. I attribute this sudden oncoming of antiquity to the pain. Except for misdiagnosed sleep apnea...
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The men in my life part 1: Matt

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Matt’s daughter killed herself last week. When I listened to him on the phone today, I felt such terror that I had to monitor my breathing s...
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I’m glad I’m practiced in misery

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The day after I last wrote, my pain level went through the roof and has stayed there, prompting me to take a phenomenal number of sleeping p...
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How I survived the weekend...not very well, I fear

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Peggy and I went for an easy (i.e. flat) six-mile hike last week, and my knees have been hurting so much ever since that I haven’t even been...
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