It has been 17 years since the Mother's Day on which I attempted to take my own life. When I woke up in the hospital they even told me I succeeded. The doctor had given up and called my time of death before the universe spit me back out and the machines started beeping again. At the time I was angry to find myself still among the living. This hadn't been a cry for help, I really wanted to die because I could never have imagined the life I have now. Life is still a challenge and there are days where I wonder if its worth it. Then I am reminded that I have found a purpose in helping other male childhood sexual abuse survivors and that through The ManKind Project and ACA I have people in my life who love and support me. So I choose each day to live, to put one foot in front of the other, and make something of this life that refused to let me go 17 years ago.
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