Life's Razor Edge
Nearly twenty-five years ago, August 1992, I was suicidal. It is not easy for me to remember and write about but I want to give hope to others by telling my story... I would spend my waking hours checking the postal mail to see what rejection letters arrived that day from job interviews. Each rejection letter was another cut to my self-worth. One of the slices that cut the sharpest and deepest was from a juvenile detention facility in Delaware that incarcerated kids who had killed people. That position was a major step backwards which made the rejection even more painful. You know your life is bad when the highlight of your day is rejection letters from job interviews. When not reading the daily rejection letters, I perched over the john with a razor blade in my hand looking at my left wrist's veins and contemplating just doing it. I had resigned a middle school/high school counselor position (in a toxic district) earlier that summer figuring that I could get another