You’ll Die Someday Anyway

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Sometimes I think about how easy it would be to die. Usually, it’s when I’m somewhere or doing something that could be dangerous. Standing at the edge of a cliff, say, or riding my motorcycle, or taking an Advil. One Advil is fine, but a bottle? not so much. If you really think about it, it’s kind of amazing to wake up in the morning and be alive. There are infinite ways to die-CBS actually compiled a list of the top 56 ways Americans die, which include but are not limited to: childbirth, accidental firing of a gun, death by police, fires, drowning, all of the cancers, heart attacks, smoking, homicide, accidental suffocation, obesity, aneurysms, pneumonia, Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, accidental falls, motor vehicle accidents, blood poisoning, inflammation of the liver, accidental poisonings (including overdoses), and diabetes.

Ever since exiting recovery from my eating disorder, I’ve thought about dying more than (probably) the average person. At my intake, a doctor told me, with a serious face and tired eyes, “You can either choose to get better, or you’ll eventually die.” I never intended to die, so I figured I may as well try to get better, not knowing what that would entail. Turns out, getting better didn’t happen overnight, or even over hundreds of nights. There were moments when I thought, “what’s the point?” moments when I…