Share your quitting journey
Many years ago, as I was taking a load of goods across the country, I became stuck in a traffic jam.
As I passed under an underpass I saw the following scrawled on a wall.
I used to have money...
Gone!
I used to have a job...
Gone!
I used to have someone...
Gone!
I used to have health...
Gone!
I used to have passion...
Gone
I used to have love...
Gone!
I used to live...
Gone!
I have no money...
I have no job...
I have nobody...
I am sick and broken...
I am alone...
I am unloved...
I only exist...
I wish I was...
GONE!!!!
I was told that a body had been found close to where this was written.
Had they ended their pain?
Just slipped on the walkway beside the upper level?
I don't know exactly what happened, but these words have stayed with me since then.
I hope the author found their peace.
You must be a registered user to add a comment. If you've already registered, sign in. Otherwise, register and sign in.