Fuck Amy Winehouse. That's all I could think. Waking up in that hospital bed alive. Hers was the first face I saw. CNN blaring on the television, as I ignored my mother crying silent tears by my bedside. Her tears weren't for Amy Winehouse. Fuck Amy Winehouse. She did it right.
After years of google searches, fulfilling my morbid fascination. After months of deciding the best way, the most cowardly way to disappear -- I finally took the leap, and I failed. I won't subject you to the graphic details of my attempt. Don't be fooled by the leaped metaphor, it's just a lazy choice of words. The how isn't important, and I realize now, neither was the why.
So this blog won't be about the past, or the things that led me to that hospital bed. This is all about the who, the person I want to become, and the person I've always had inside me....
Inspirational Annie
