In fact, the first thing I thought a few paragraphs down the page was, “I knew there's a reason I like you.”

=)

So, yeah. It's your story, and I'm glad you've lived to tell the tale, and I completely and utterly relate. Also, I'm so very proud of you, the Micah I know.

In fact, the first thing I thought a few paragraphs down the page was, “I knew there's a reason I like you.”

=)

So, yeah. It's your story, and I'm glad you've lived to tell the tale, and I completely and utterly relate. Also, I'm so very proud of you, the Micah I know.

Sent wirelessly. Excuse the typos, I was born with phat fingers.

Sent wirelessly. Excuse the typos, I was born with phat fingers.

Awesome! Glad to hear your perspective again, it's good. Dealing with life differently.

Take care, be prosperous in joy, and now I'm off to read your latest post.

Cheers

That's what I thought when reading this post.

I don't know you that much Micah, just a few conversations online, but it's obvious you've endured great pain. I don't know if there was a “reason” why you wanted your heart to stop, or if you just did, but that's gotta be painful in and of itself.

Also, my opinion carries so little weight in this context. I'm pretty much as straight-laced as they come. I wanted to say _something_, because it's such a moving bit of writing, but didn't know what.

Here goes,

You have posted before, earlier in the year, about your new road that you walk. Even the name of this blog draws significance from your journey. You obviously make a decision every day to begin again.

What I hope is that the voice in you saying “stop heart stop” is gone. Or if it's your voice that you no longer .. voice it. Then, along with this, I hope (and think you probably do) you have some joy or happiness that brings meaning to what we do.

Psalm 1, from where I presume you have gotten your latest tattoo phrase from, introduces the two men. It's the man who doesn't walk in the council of the wicked whose life has meaning. Growth. Fruit. He prospers. I'd rather be like the tree than the chaff.

I am fine. This is from 2.5 years ago. They are old stories.

I am not some wreck curled in a ball in the darkness of my closet.

These are things that used to be. I am fine, and continue to be fine.

The worry is wonderful, and the offers for help are fantastic, but I am exactly the person you have met, or who's blog you have read, or voice you have heard. This is just something that helped me become that person.

That was a very interesting and moving piece of writing. If had not read some of your other very open blog post here I would have said that is a great piece of fiction.

As Tyler said could could be a great book for others to learn from and see what they still can be if they put their minds to it. And it will probably cause you some pain and troubles getting it on paper.

If you need help any help or just someone to listen, I've been told I'm a great listener if i can keep my mouth shut for a while.

Best of luck and I will keep pulling for you “One day at a time”. each day hopefully will get easier to move on.

You've clearly been to insanity and back, and have had your share of troubles along the way. I'm extremely happy you made it through, because my life is enriched by yours.

Good luck with the writing, I think it's worthwhile to record your thoughts — and if anything comes of it that you ever want to share, I'd love to learn how you became the person I know today.

I'm glad you weren't successful at ending your life.

Yes, keep writing. My first thought is that this might be able to help someone. My second thought is that it might help you.

Maybe?