Emma Jane

Emma J.Emma J.Emma J.

The Dearest Addition to My Family

Post Traumatic Suicide Disorder

A Metaphor for My Brain

I was in the ICU for 7 days, unconscious, intubated. I should have died. My overdose was truly fatal. The doctors didn’t know whether or not I’d make it. I couldn’t even breathe on my own and I still feel the pain of the tube. The tube I have no recollection of. I hid my car where nobody could find me but made the mistake of telling one person I had driven out to overdose, fatally, and die in my car. The police found me but I don’t remember anything after that… just waking up in the ICU 7 days later, thinking it was the same day, and screaming, “WHERE THE FUCK AM I?! “You’re in the intensive care unit at Morristown Medical Center”, my sitter said.

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The End

The End

Fare thee well. See you in the afterlife.

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