<p>It’s amazing how such a simple statement of fact reflects, months of strange tension, slow recovery, and a whole lot of trying to understand what really happened. It’s not a comfortable thing for anyone to discuss, but it’s one of those things I need to discuss, need to get off my chest. A little too much of what makes life meaningful for me now is wrapped up in that one night.</p>
<p>You wrote that disclaimer four months after the attempt itself. You copied it from some notes from back then. You even kept the Steve Eisman quote.</p>
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<p>Yes. Nostalgia, remember?</p>
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<p>Are you nostalgic for those weighty months after you tried to kill yourself?</p>
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<p>If Matthew died on September of that year, then he was sick long before. This was part of his long, slow death rattle.</p>
<p>Perhaps it’s not totally accurate to say that I’m nostalgic for that time in particular, but I suppose I am nostalgic for the sense of change that permeated the air around me then. Something big was happening. Something terrible and wonderful.</p>
<p>Yes. I got to watch the agonal breathing that went on for far too long. I got to see his eyes widen in terror. I got up to fetch the cold compress and came back to a quiet room.</p>
<p>I’m not nostalgic for that pain, no. I’m nostalgic for the fact that I am who I am because I went through that. I’m nostalgic for what it came to symbolize. I’m nostalgic for its part in Madison’s birth.</p>