You know, I don’t know if I ever told y’all this, but 22 years ago, I tried to commit suicide. Its not a laughing matter but I laugh when the memory comes up in my mind. Geraldine died, and I was like welp, me too! I would’ve missed out on this beautifully crafted life, I’ve created for myself, and knowing that, makes the decision that much more tragic! Could you imagine me not existing? ME either. I was chatting with my niece today about it, and she said she had thought of that memory recently as well. All of it happening is so clear to me, but I can’t remember what was my final straw, my thirteenth reason. I just remember making the decision, and taking the pills.

Once again, I am so happy to be alive, even in these weird ass times. I can still find joy, even in the bleakest of places. All that to say, things might be hard, might even feel like things will never get better, BUT I promise you they will! It can’t always be bad.

I love you!

Jonez.