I had a pretty bad relapse when my dog got sick. Rows of doggie medications that could easily kill me if I took enough of them, just sitting there tempting me into what my therapist calls a very permanent solution to a temporary problem. I went back to the doctor then, already knowing that the doctor would help me live beyond my suicidal ideation.

I’m far from healed yet, but I’m far from dead, and I appreciate that very much.