Memoir by Kashala Jacobsen
I remember a very bleak time in my life where I wanted to end it all. I filled composition notebooks with graphic ways to take my life. I even wrote out detailed notes to be given to certain family members. I hoarded pills and other means to stop my heart. Damn, I didn’t give a shit about seeing so-called friends or my boyfriend at the time. Isolation was all I knew. Somehow, my mother discovered the shoe box containing all these bits and pieces of what was going on inside my skull. I received a phone call at a local video rental place, her begging me to come home. My mom had dumped everything in the trash, out of my reach, and my heart shattered into a million pieces. My boyfriend dropped me of at my house and I was to face the consequences: No leaving the house during the night and staying put until my mom could take me to a h...
