Her life began to look up on the day she found a suicide note tucked in the back pages of her used geology text book.
The note read: I’m buried under the sedimentary layers of a wasted life. I can’t dig myself out.
She felt the weight of these words. The feeling of being crushed under pressure—like coal into diamonds—was all too familiar. The words in the note resonated like a crystal.
She bought a shovel and began digging in her backyard. She peeled away the thick skin of turf to expose a patch of bare, red earth. By nightfall she’d carved out a small flowerbed.
Then, feeling lighter, she shredded the textbook and suicide note and used them for mulch.
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