Trigger Warning: Suicide
In response to Daily Post’s Prompt: A moment in Time
It was a week after Christmas. I had been thoroughly enjoying the new Polaroid camera I had been gifted, and had displayed proudly on my bookshelf. I was expecting my best friend, H.
Now, “best friend” seems like an understatement. H and I, now both 18, have known each other since we were toddling around in kindergarten together, and have been friends since we were developmentally able to form friendships.
What? A bipolar perspective on terrorism? This’ll be interesting.
Yeah, it sounds weird. I wouldn’t have thought of it either until I saw this.
It’s been less than a week since starting this blog and while my community is still small I have been touched by the responses to my blog so far. Yet one thing still confuses me.
Why am I so brave for talking about this?