In 2008, I lost 12 family and friends to death. Some died naturally, two committed suicide, a couple were in horrific accidents.

Since I was in middle school, I've flirted with suicide off-and-on, and made a few attempts. Right now (and this is a fairly recent decision), I'm resigned to living my life until I die (be that naturally or…you know, however), because I feel obligated to my mother and my cats. Not exactly sure what will happen if anything happens to them.

But…something that…

Death as a stressor