http://slow.writerscafe.org/megwritesabook The original writings of author Meghan Alex en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776085521 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub when I finished shaving my legsI got up, and stood there, amazedThe human body is an wonderful thingMy body was so far above the ground, held by two thin appendagesI trusted my legs for my whole life without questioning; This is real trust. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megwritesabook/987112/                 I carrythe bags filled with my clothes and books to my new room. I hear yelling downthe hall. This really is a mental hospital. I examine the room. There’s nolight switch, just a little heat se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megwritesabook/983031/ MyPersonal OdysseyMeghan JerrildPeriod 5Thursday, May 24, 2012Farewell to Ithaca:     InThe Odyssey, Odysseus made a difficult decision to leave his home to gofight in Troy. He had to leave his wife and his newborn son, and all of hispeople in Ithaca. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megwritesabook/983014/      I wake up on the early side, which would be pretty late for most people. I have about half an hour to get ready for school. I roll out of bed and carefully put in my contacts. Then, I button up a denim button down and slip on a sheer maxi-skirt. I feel good, even though.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megwritesabook/981484/ My life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megwritesabook/981476/ "But why does he let this happen? Why did he almost let me die?" he looks at me with the biggest brown eyes. "He doesn't exist. There is no god," his eyes are cold now.  "But he didn't let you die, D.J. He saved you," I tell him. I pour some more pink sand onto my sticky paper.  "No. My g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megwritesabook/979273/ Finally, I see the light. Everything is white and bright. My mom is leaning over me sobbing. Suddenly a sharp pain brings my attention to my arm. There are white sheets over me and the wall right in front of me is made of glass. There's a desk opposite my room with some ladies eating chips. I'm in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megwritesabook/975810/ Suicide is not an act of selfishness. It’s an act of kindness. One less mouth to feed, one less “friend” to fight with, one less stoner kid to teach, one less son to care about. I watch from above as I reach into my bag and produce the pills. I take them one at a time, careful to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megwritesabook/975116/ In an unexpected attempt at suicide, Alex, a 17 year old stoner, finds himself face-to-face with a Bible-hugging-Jesus-lover in a mental hospital. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/megwritesabook/975095/