I opened the doors to Hell and walked in gleefully.

Maybe if I had gone on like that I could have stopped myself in time. Maybe at that point I still had it in me to come through.

I forced my eyes open and saw the image that’s haunted me every day for the past years of my life. And every day, in my nightmares.

There is no in between, we all have to touch our own bottom.

[...] but for the first time ever, I finally had it in me and I wanted to live. He had taught me well indeed.

[...] we grieved for both our lives, in which we were both more dead than alive.