what a week. i got to the lowest low. it was a deep, dark, hallow drop. a free fall with emotions so big and heavy i couldn’t do anything but plunge deeper. darker. i had a choice. die… or live. made a therapy appointment. drank some water. called my friends. called my mom. read two […]
i made a therapy appointment today. i’m pretty sure when you start wishing you were dead it’s time to make the call. these feelings are just too big, you know? they’re relentless. no escaping them. surely that’ll fix me up.