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      <title>On Suicide</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I am typically pretty private about my suicide attempt, for reasons that can be both obvious and unexpected. There is a lot of what you would imagine: suicide comes with a pretty hefty social stigma (though, thankfully, people are increasingly willing to discuss it) but, more than anything, it is deeply uncomfortable for me to talk about what was probably the worst day of my life, even to people who I fully trust. I realized recently that I have never actually taken the time or energy to artlessly describe my feelings on my attempt and on suicide in general to anyone, and I have certainly never written it down. However, I feel that it&amp;rsquo;s been long enough now that I feel fine truly going through it and, while posting it publicly may seem unusual, I hope it can serve as a future reference for anyone who wants to read about suicide in detail and, just maybe, help destigmatize it along the way.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Heartache</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Nov 2024 19:48:03 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I seize in the middle of the aisle. The bags of cereal sit around me, pointing their round bellies at my still figure, moving ever closer, trapping me in. A sea of plastic closes in on my shadow; then, around my legs, my fingers, my neck, my mouth. My one free eye detects someone approaching from the opposite end. I am powerless to stop her strides. She doesn&amp;rsquo;t seem to detect me at first, but then she does.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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