Today's writing

When she was 26, she considered suicide. It was only when she found herself comparison-shopping for aspirin that she realized she still had the will to live. Now, nearly 20 years later, she wasn’t at that cliff, but she recalled some of the feelings. There was desperation, sad and stupid, a drive to make things better but without the will to find a way and make it stick. There was a stupor, as if life laid a massive couchlock down and wouldn’t let you go. Finally, there was the sense of an ending, a closed door, an impassable path, all those ways of saying that there was no way to get There from Here.