Calculating the drop

A repost and expansion of last week's social media confession

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Twenty-six years ago, on my birthday, I stood at an open hotel window, calculating whether the fall was sufficient to kill me. I didn’t want to end up in a wheelchair, giving my then-husband even more control over me. In the middle of that calculation, I realised what I was doing. And that I had three little boys at home.

My hu…