Andrea Carreon

Another Girl with a Dragon Tattoo

It was 2019 when I was at my all-time low. I just got back home to Manila, Philippines after spending a whole year in Los Angeles, California. My girlfriend of four years and I broke up (and it was an ugly break up as well). My mom and I had a ridiculously huge fight about my sexuality, it tore our relationship like the ice caps in the Arctic, melting and can never be restored again. I was immensely depressed. The only time I would eat is whenever I was with my best friend (whom I owe a lot to, if it were not for here I would have lost my sh*t). My body was fueled by nothing but coffee, cigarettes, and alcohol. My nights were spent in a random stranger’s bed. My days were spent thinking about death. The only night I was in my own bedroom, I had a noose around my neck. My brother who I sparsely talk to, ringed me out of the blue right as I was about to kick the bucket as if he knew everything that was going on. A wake-up call (quite literally) that I needed so badly. I told myself right there and then, I will slowly pick myself up instead of withering into the dark abyss.