A Gloomy Burden

I must, at some point, write a story with a protagonist who commits suicide, in which I explore what a person would think in their last moments, the dread they might experience at the too-late realization that they in fact do not want to take their own life. This image of a man hanging himself keeps emerging in my writing, and I shudder to think what might cross his mind as he hangs there, helplessly awaiting his impending death. It’s harrowing, to say the least, and I’m somewhat terrified that my mind keeps drawing me toward writing such a story, but I have this feeling that I cannot avoid it.

That is all.


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