I didn’t commit suicide.

I had a plan, had it all laid out, and knew when I was ready.

Proceeded to get life saving-ly drunk & passed out. Woke up with a knife in my hand the next morning & knew I need to go to the hospital.

Cleaned myself up, called in sick to work, & went to UCLA Med.

Still here today thankfully. And as much as I appreciate what bourbon did for me that night, I have slowed my consumption significantly & have my head on straight.