As she stood staring into the dark rolling waves, she knew this was it, her last hope. A last-ditch attempt for liberation. She had tried to do things the right way. Endlessly working to better herself, to be the person they always wanted. The daughter her parents hoped for, the woman the man she loved had asked for. And the mother her son desperately deserved. He needed her most than any other, but sadly, it was hopeless. She was hopeless. No matter how hard she tried, she could not escape the demons of her past, so why try anymore? She was tired, so desperately tired.
The gentle coarseness of the sea-soaked sand beneath now pulled at her, begging her to let go. To walk into the ocean and let the foul substance that she’d consumed earlier take its course. She wanted this. She had no fight left in her and thought this would be the best for everyone. That she just give in and let the threads of her life fade away.