By Mike Lee
I was sad, so I went to the bridge, and about to jump when I realized I left the pot boiling on the stove. Upon arrival, there was mail. I had to read them. Then I pet the cat. He is needy. FedEx then arrived with a package. After he left I remembered the clothes in the dryer. After folding and putting them away I was hungry.
After eating. I took a nap.
I overslept.
When I woke up I did not feel the need about some damn bridge.
Mike Lee is an editor, photographer and reporter for a trade union newspaper in New York City. His fiction is published in Bending Genres, Ghost Parachute, Reservoir and others.
I love this. Sometimes a new perspective is all we need to do to get away from a situation
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There is a wonderful moral tale in this: Keep yourself busy and useful is the best way to overcome the blues.
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So, did you find another way to kill yourself? Using knife and stuffs, maybe? 😕
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The knife was pinching. Also, I had just cleaned the bathtub.
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Did you turn the stove off? 🤔
That’s the life of an ADHD person! 🤪
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Now that you mention it (gets up, goes to kitchen to check).
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