I had a (dumb) plan in place for killing my father about 16 years ago because of all the mental abuse he put us through, and the years of sexual assault he perpetrated against my cousin/godmother that we had only just learned about at the time. I figured that with my disability, I was pretty much useless anyway. Might as well die young/rot in prison for the rest of my life than let him live. That would allow everyone else to move on and reach their potential.
The only reason why I didn't go through with it is because my odds of success were too low. Came close to trying a few times. The kitchen block of knives was generally in my reach.
It was a very dark time for me. Thankfully, I'm not anywhere close to being in the same headspace now.
The only reason why I didn't go through with it is because my odds of success were too low. Came close to trying a few times. The kitchen block of knives was generally in my reach.
It was a very dark time for me. Thankfully, I'm not anywhere close to being in the same headspace now.
"I was thirsty for everything, but blood wasn't my style" - Live, "Voodoo Lady"