I was in a coma for 6 days, on life support. My parents were told to make funeral arrangements.
After 17 days in ICU, I was released to a rehab clinic in the swamps of Florida. I did my 30 days, and went home to NJ.
Two years later, I'm on full disability because of severe bipolar disease. I live off government checks and self-disgust.
No one will ever love someone as fucked up as I am. It's impossible.
I know this, and I wonder why I survived. Some days, like Valentine's Day, are worse than ever.
I'm alive, sober, and here. I'd just like to know why.
Fuck Valentine's Day.