Let me tell you a story about how this happened. How mine and someone elses name ended up on a log in the woods. It was summer, and it wasn’t my summer. I met someone who made it bare able. I had a day planned to take my life, i set off into the woods, with a knife, and pills in my bag, and a rope hidden up in the woods where i was going. I left a suicide note on my pillow. He had some idea as he came and found me, we talked for a while and he asked what was in my bag, I said nothing important, yet he checked anyway. He found the knife and pills. We hugged for a while, and he took the knife and started sawing away to the log we was sitting on. Then we went home. He saved my life.
Our names on that log are still there, and i go there often. It makes me remember that I’m okay. I’m here. I escaped. It gives me a sense of reassurance how someone cared so much to stop me from suicide.