M A L L O R Y
My mom, Gia, and Max, who used to stay over at the apartment I shared with Tommy previously, were unable to bear the sight of me stepping on a chair and attempting to actually hang myself from the ceiling one night because the pain was so unbearable. that all I wanted to do was just kill myself They wept and pleaded and begged for me to stop, but all I felt was agony, and only now did I realize that I was also causing them misery.
Max lifted me off the chair, and reassured me that they were there, as well as the fact that suicide was never the solution. Both Max and Gia have never cried in such a way, in my opinion. After shutting myself in that apartment that made me think so much about Tommy, the doctor diagnosed me with anxiety and depression, and they hurried me to the
