Gabriel Mizrahi

Oh my god, my heart is racing hearing this. Oh my god. After a few minutes and further breaking down, I called a friend, gave him my pistol to hold on to, and went to visit my grandma four hours away, who, at the time, was dying of cancer.

Since then, I have gone to so much therapy, made new friends, and gotten new hobbies, and my relationship with my kids is better than it's ever been. I've accepted that I'm not the terrible person my ex-wife made me out to be. I'm truly living the best life I've ever lived. Incredible.

Since then, I have gone to so much therapy, made new friends, and gotten new hobbies, and my relationship with my kids is better than it's ever been. I've accepted that I'm not the terrible person my ex-wife made me out to be. I'm truly living the best life I've ever lived. Incredible.

Since then, I have gone to so much therapy, made new friends, and gotten new hobbies, and my relationship with my kids is better than it's ever been. I've accepted that I'm not the terrible person my ex-wife made me out to be. I'm truly living the best life I've ever lived. Incredible.

Yeah. On the one-year anniversary of the event, the friend who held my pistol for me, my brother, and his wife and I, the only people who know about the suicide attempt, all went out to dinner to celebrate my new life. It was really meaningful to me. Almost like a birthday party, but far more significant.

Yeah. On the one-year anniversary of the event, the friend who held my pistol for me, my brother, and his wife and I, the only people who know about the suicide attempt, all went out to dinner to celebrate my new life. It was really meaningful to me. Almost like a birthday party, but far more significant.

Yeah. On the one-year anniversary of the event, the friend who held my pistol for me, my brother, and his wife and I, the only people who know about the suicide attempt, all went out to dinner to celebrate my new life. It was really meaningful to me. Almost like a birthday party, but far more significant.

Now we're approaching the two-year anniversary, and I'm wondering whether to celebrate. I don't want this to be an attention-seeking thing, that's not what I'm after. It's not a celebration of the terrible event, it's a celebration of the fact that I'm alive, people love me, I love my friends, and things have never been better.

Now we're approaching the two-year anniversary, and I'm wondering whether to celebrate. I don't want this to be an attention-seeking thing, that's not what I'm after. It's not a celebration of the terrible event, it's a celebration of the fact that I'm alive, people love me, I love my friends, and things have never been better.

Now we're approaching the two-year anniversary, and I'm wondering whether to celebrate. I don't want this to be an attention-seeking thing, that's not what I'm after. It's not a celebration of the terrible event, it's a celebration of the fact that I'm alive, people love me, I love my friends, and things have never been better.

I don't want people to pity me for this experience, I don't need sympathy anymore, but I know that's how people tend to react to this kind of news. What do you think of celebrations like this? Should I expand this to a larger group and invite new friends I've made over the last two years and tell them how much they mean to me? Is this a weird thing to celebrate? Should I stop?

I don't want people to pity me for this experience, I don't need sympathy anymore, but I know that's how people tend to react to this kind of news. What do you think of celebrations like this? Should I expand this to a larger group and invite new friends I've made over the last two years and tell them how much they mean to me? Is this a weird thing to celebrate? Should I stop?

I don't want people to pity me for this experience, I don't need sympathy anymore, but I know that's how people tend to react to this kind of news. What do you think of celebrations like this? Should I expand this to a larger group and invite new friends I've made over the last two years and tell them how much they mean to me? Is this a weird thing to celebrate? Should I stop?

Also, is there any way for me to pivot my survival into some sort of suicide prevention slash awareness among my friends without it feeling like I'm drawing a lot of attention to myself? Thanks for going on this journey with me the last two years, gentlemen. Take care, and I'll keep tuning in every Friday. You've become something I look forward to each week.

Also, is there any way for me to pivot my survival into some sort of suicide prevention slash awareness among my friends without it feeling like I'm drawing a lot of attention to myself? Thanks for going on this journey with me the last two years, gentlemen. Take care, and I'll keep tuning in every Friday. You've become something I look forward to each week.

Also, is there any way for me to pivot my survival into some sort of suicide prevention slash awareness among my friends without it feeling like I'm drawing a lot of attention to myself? Thanks for going on this journey with me the last two years, gentlemen. Take care, and I'll keep tuning in every Friday. You've become something I look forward to each week.

Signed, looking to embrace this complicated celebration.

Signed, looking to embrace this complicated celebration.

Signed, looking to embrace this complicated celebration.

Yeah, I do too. That's lovely. It's a good question which things we're supposed to really share out loud and with which people and why. I don't know if I have a strong opinion either way. This is totally up to you to decide. But sometimes we think we need to talk about certain things in order for them to be real, in order for people to feel them, for them to be alive. That's my tendency too.