Her heart thumped wildly; the radio burbled in the background. On the table, there was an open bottle of vodka from which she had been swigging, and a pile of paracetamol all neatly popped from their pockets. She was tired. Exhausted. Didn’t know how she would go on. It was all too much, the whirring thoughts, the constant worry, the mounting weight upon her shoulders. And then she heard the presenter utter those four words:
Does anything matter anymore?
She chuckled, then laughed, realization dawning. Nothing mattered! She could let it all go.
She was saved.