It took a year and a date for me to fully comprehend that my dad committed suicide. Because there’s no other label you can give it when someone stops eating in order to escape their body.
I went out with a boy on Sunday. He lives in his car because he prefers trees to people. He told me about how his mom committed suicide by starving herself to death. I told him that that’s what my dad did. It was the first time I understood that my father had committed suicide. Because that’s really the only label you can give it when you stop eating in order to escape your body. Then he bought me strawberries and made me a daisy chain. He has the biggest heart in the world. It’s too bad we differ so greatly on the need for walls.