The 27 Club

[TW: Suicide, Death & Self Harm]

I never thought i’d live passed 18, let alone 27. Once I hit 27 I thought I would join the dreaded 27 club. The one where legends and talent go to the skies and heavens too soon. I thought my life would be sorrow and mediocrity that I could only find in death. I honestly imagined a grassy meadow of lavender with my cats and just lay eternally in a peaceful state I had never experienced before.

I’m spiritual but not religious, at least not anymore, so nothing on this earth gives me the peace that death can. But part of me didn’t want to join the club. I fought, scratched and clawed my way to be sober from cutting and overdoses to get to where I am.

I can proudly say today, I won’t be joining the 27 Club and that feels good because tomorrow is my 28th birthday. Tomorrow I change my life. Tomorrow there is hope. Tomorrow the 27 club will be a thing of the past for me and tomorrow is my new beginning.

I’m proud of myself but my life and mental health are still in the shitter but at least this symbolizes that I can and will be someone in life. I just gotta work for it.

Here’s to 28, 29, and hell, even 30. And a lifetime of proving to my teenage that my life is worth living.