I started therapy…again. New therapist.

A Christian.

She gave me a book to read.


It was really good, until it got to the second page. Then it asked the hard question: have you ever tried to kill yourself?

Or whatever along those lines.

I kept trying to move past that sentence. Nope. Not ready to talk about it. I couldn’t …. I can’t.

I tried to kill myself in May. No one knows. No one can know. But now I guess they do. Do they hafta know?

Ay yi yi.

I can’t deal.