April, 23rd 2017 — The Loss

This article is part of the series “What is like to attempt suicide and fail”. Start there, if you have not read it yet.

Sunday, D Day + 16

I ended up reviewing my position and authorized the visit of my ex-wife and my two children.

I talked to the psychologist, accompanied by my ex-wife, and informed of my desire to leave the clinic, asking for my volunteer discharge. Immediately. I consider myself imprisoned against my will, I made that clear, and I was informed that arrangements for this could only be taken on Monday.

This was a sad day. No events, no smiles, some dinner, but no food for my mind.

Seeing my kids was not good. It was sad. I’m afraid I lost them. I felt it when they looked at me.

I will post more tomorrow. I’ve created a list of songs I’m listening to while inside the psychiatric clinic. To listen, subscribe to the “After Death” playlist on Spotify.

If you want to talk to me, write to rodrigo@bressane.com.

Be kind,
Rodrigo Bressane