I was 24, living in New York City.
Living the dream I thought I has always dreamed for myself.

A swift darkness quickly consumed me.
There was always a voice in my head-
(One I didn’t recognize)
-Saying “just do it, you’ll finally know peace ”.
The voice would get louder and louder each day.
and slowly, that cold, sinking feeling felt like a distant embrace.
I would look at myself in the reflection of the 2 train window and not even recognize the hopeless face staring back at me.
She was desperate for help.
The warm wind of the passing trains soothed me- and reminded me it would be quick.
Until one day, standing at the edge of the tracks and feeling the wind of the approaching train
I stuck my head out too far.
All I could hear was “you’ll finally know peace”.

Little does my sister know- she saved me that day.
A demanding text saying “I’m coming over after work” shot me back into reality.
And I cried walking 40 blocks home.

That was the moment I knew I needed help.
And that was the moment that showed me
I’m stronger than that voice in my head.