Today marks the 20th anniversary of my most serious suicide attempt. At the time i was isolated, living in an empty apartment, no food in the kitchen, being reckless and loose with men, off meds and money running out.

Now i have three families: one with my dog, one with my Scrabble mates and one with my neighbors in our condominium. I have a comfortable home, a stocked kitchen, i haven't done more than shake a man's hand this millennium, i'm on good meds and i have a steady, decent income.

And i'm glad to be alive!