You can have everything,
Absolutely everything that everyone thinks makes this life worthwhile.
Love, children, disposable income, the dearest of friends, worldly travelled, five Emmys, be a published author, a household tv name, a rags to riches success beyond most of our wildest imaginations.
You can be 61 and still have a full head of hair and no gut.
Evil can grab you up in a split second.
And oftentimes there is absolutely no warning.
Just an impending , inexplicably impulsive, unwavering pull and motivation to just cut bait.
It’s inexplicable.
Unless you have gone through it.
And managed to survive.
The several times in my life when I actually had a damn good reason to want to die, I couldn’t even so much as think about ending it.
It was the times that I was entirely fine one minute, and completely obliterated the next, that scared the living hell out me.
Literally.