The Night I Failed To End It All
<p>January 1st, 2020: I awoke, like many others on this day, with a throbbing headache from the New Year's Eve drinking binge. My eyes were red and puffy, and my vision was blurred by the lingering effects of the copious amounts of booze I had consumed. Confusion set in as I tried to gather my bearings. Looking around the room, I realized I was in my own bed.</p>
<p>But how did I end up here?</p>
<p>As I tried to recall bits and pieces of the previous night, I noticed a searing pain in my left forearm, as if I had been stung by a swarm of bees. The sight of my pink sheets stained with patches of red brought the night back to me with a tsunami of anxiety.</p>
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