Not long ago, as part of my ongoing short story anthology project (
Collection of Curiosities) I wrote a story about a girl who was in love. When she was rejected, she went to a party where she got drunk/high, fell down the stairs, and got a concussion. Not to ruin it for you, but before long she got post-concussion syndrome and became so distraught that she killed herself.
When I wrote it, it seemed so melodramatic. Life sucks sometimes, sure, and maybe the symptoms of PCS seem a little irritating on paper, but could a headache and a little insomnia really stop you from living your life? I wondered, and shelved the story after it was done.
Then a few weeks ago I came home one night and had a huuuuge headache. Massive. I couldn't sleep, my head was thumping, I couldn't focus, etc, etc. I seriously wanted to end it. Suddenly I was living that same situation. Wooooo.
Haha, so yeah, it makes perfect sense to me now that she'd want to kill herself. Of course, the message of the narrator was that the girl was foolish, so maybe it's not such a good thing that I sympathize... haha, writer's dilemma.
Ah well. The story's not in good condition, but at least I know my stuff.
Keep on rockin'
-Scotts
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