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Death of a Salesman

Published October 19, 2017 by Chloe Madison

So deeply sad, I can’t even identify where it’s all coming from 


I don’t know why they left. They did though. And they’re never coming back. 

I saw myself laying on a morgue table…on the cold, hard steel. And I was so ok with it. It wasn’t that it made me at peace or anything- just that I had no emotions attached to that vision. None whatsoever. 

I don’t know why God wanted me to be alone. Can you imagine your future? Do you see yourself growing old with your spouse? With your adult children and grandchildren? 

I have none of that. I never will. My destiny isn’t for this earth. I’m not supposed to be.

I 100% absolutely do NOT want to be here anymore. Fentanyl patches sound like a dream. 

So fast, so numb


My heart 😓🐾

Published October 14, 2017 by Chloe Madison

My little dog isn’t doing well. He did make it through surgery and he’s expected to recover, but he is struggling hard right now. The vet told me to expect a rough night for him. I had to give him his meds just now and it was painful for him- that made me cry. 
I broke down earlier today crying in the vet’s office. The surgery was $1,000.46. I couldn’t believe it. I’d already spent a $1000 on his echocardiogram and his day in the hospital last week.

But I’m so grateful that this will make my little one better. His blood pressure dropped and he stopped breathing during surgery. They had to breathe for him and give him blood pressure meds to stabilize him. That’s part of what cost so much. 

I don’t think I can afford to keep going to therapy. My church has stopped paying for half and now my little dog needs to be on heart meds for the rest of his life. This was obviously an unexpected expense and it’s a pretty steep one. I could barely afford to pay for his surgery. 

I thought about it and I know it sounds stupid…but I came to the conclusion that I’d rather pay for his meds than for my therapy. First of all, I owe him everything I can possibly give him and he deserves it. Secondly, if he doesn’t survive, neither will I. All the therapy in the world won’t help me if I lose him. So I’m leaning towards stopping my therapy just so I can care for my little one right now. It’s so important to me that I do the right thing for him. 


Published October 9, 2017 by Chloe Madison

I constantly see him. My mind goes back and forth between him alive- smiling, laughing, joking, talking, taking pictures…to him in death- his eye bulging out, his blood pumping onto the ground around his head, his face, mouth, teeth, his tongue lolled back.

I’d much rather see the image of him alive, but I have no control over what comes. Both make me sad. His eye and tongue and mouth- his whole face haunts me. 

Hours and hours sitting with him…  Half the day consumed. I got up the next day and saw that I’d gotten mud all in my bed. I had never changed clothes…I was still covered in mud from being on the ground with him. I don’t remember driving home and I don’t remember going to bed. The next afternoon, I posted pictures of the scenery as if nothing had happened. I never told anyone. What’s wrong with me?? That I would post pictures and not say a word about the life lost? I question my sanity, my selfishness…I wasn’t trying to ignore his death- I just didn’t think it was fit for public posting. Obviously. 

My heart, my soul, even my body feels so heavy with all that is happening. I’m so deeply saddened by his loss and the loss felt by his family…by the tragedy in Vegas and all the people hurt by the maddening violence…by my precious little companion getting more and more sick…by this **** that I wrote, fearing that people will be angry with me and not understanding…by my own tragedy and that of my bloodline that I can’t seem to overcome.



Yesterday, my heart felt so destroyed. I couldn’t believe how bad I was feeling. I was utterly devastated. It could have been compounded by the fact that the night before was sleepless. For not having slept, I thought I felt ok. But emotionally, I was absolutely destroyed. I broke down crying while walking across a parking lot. I stopped and sat on a boulder and asked God how I could carry on if I felt so wrecked. I was SO CLOSE to doing something to permanently end it all. It was the first time that I didn’t plan anything ahead of time. It was simply being overwhelmed by sadness that made me decide there was no end and no way out. As I sat on the boulder crying and thinking of the ways I could end it- I thought…of a chocolate shake. I know that sounds ridiculous, but I thought maybe a good chocolate shake could make me feel better, could maybe distract me for a time until my mind left that place. So I went and got an extra chocolately shake and devoured it. I did not feel better. But then, a friend started texting. I got consumed in the conversation and before I knew it, hours had passed, it was nighttime, and I hadn’t done anything negative. Not only that, but I realized later on that yesterday was the first day in months that I hadn’t self-medicated. 

What was a terribly devastating day…hours of feeling deeply sad…that brought me lower than I could have imagined…turned into distraction by a chocolate shake…and then distraction by the conversation with my friend. If that chocolate shake didn’t happen…if my friend never texted…I’m afraid I wouldn’t be writing these words here now. 

Published October 7, 2017 by Chloe Madison

I’m in shock that I could actually become more sad. I thought I was at rock bottom. But today…and last night…it’s just absolutely unbearable.

I’ve successfully chased every person out of my life. Everyone. My mom, my friends, near and far, every single person. 

Here where I live, no one cares about other people. Everyone here is so self-centered, ensuring their own goals and successes become a reality. I don’t see people caring about other people. I saw that Wyoming has the highest suicide rate in the country. I get the same vibe when I’m there that I do here- people are out for their own survival. They don’t even see others, much less actuallly care.

I don’t have the means to survive any more. I don’t have the means to keep seeing the therapist. I questioned whether it was helping anyway. I just simply can’t do this. 

I wrote my ******* ****.  For part of it, I broke down crying…for other parts, I was surprisingly stoic. It was bizarre. I am so angry at God. How can it be that I’m supposed to just keep faith, trust in God…and all he does is dump more and more and more on me? It doesn’t make sense to me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d believe God was purposely trying to make sure I don’t survive. 

I can’t believe how low and devastated my heart feels. I’m utterly overcome with deep, deep sadness. I absolutely can not take anymore. 


Published October 7, 2017 by Chloe Madison

My little dog- my only companion in life is pretty sick. He has several different things going on. Yes, he’s old- 13 going on 14. But I’m not ready for him to leave yet. I need him so badly. He is literally my only companion in life. My ONLY companion. I have been crying ALL day. 

I can NOT handle him leaving. Make no mistake about that. I absolutely cannot take it. 
I don’t know. I have mixed feelings. I hear myself saying f*** everyone. I hate everyone. I’m sooo pissed at everyone. And then part of me thanks you sooooooo much. Those who have supported me through all this stupid crap called life- this never ending bullshit. I really do thank you. 

This is the perfect place to do it because no one cares. People need to understand. This is me. This is my decision and my fault. And personally, I don’t think it’s a bad thing. It’s really not.

This is all me. It has nothing to do with any of you. Know that.

I thank all of you for your support. I truly do. 💜


Published October 6, 2017 by Chloe Madison

This is beyond f**ked up- what’s going on inside of me. I went ahead and met with my therapist, despite my strong urges to cancel. I’m not sure anything will ever be able to help. Nothing is working. It’s just too much. 

I feel numb. Like, my skull physically feels numb. It almost feels like what happened after my first session. I don’t know. I feel numb and in a stupor. There is simply too much for me to carry. I can’t do it. I give up. 

Do NOT read. Seriously.

Published October 4, 2017 by Chloe Madison

Please don’t read this. This is for me only. 

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m back to having an extreme urge to withdraw and just get as f**ked up as humanly possible. I hate everybody. I don’t think anyone cares about anyone but themselves. I question why I have so much hate in my heart. Maybe it’s not hate. Maybe it’s anger. I’m very, very angry- with everything that’s happening- Las Vegas and that fucking asshole who thought his purpose in life was to hurt as many people as he possibly could, everyone dying- people in Vegas and Jason on the trail, all the abuse, maltreatment, and downright evil in this world…and I’m angry at God for allowing these things to happen.

I hate everything and everyone right now. And why can’t people just understand when someone wants to die?! Why can’t people just let it happen and respect us? Truthfully, part of me wants help and part of me wants to be left alone. 

I’m going to cancel meeting with the therapist. I can’t talk about what I need to and it’ll drive me fucking crazy.  It’s useless. Nothing’s working. Everything is useless. People aren’t reliable. God’s not even reliable- why would I be stupid enough to expect people to be? 

I thought things were getting better for a bit there. I really did. 
I fucking hate my life. I do. 

Fuck this. Fuck you. Fuck everything. I’m so sick of this.