Hey Zach, fellow spelunker in the depths. I feel you. I been there. I remember writing my letter, cleaning my house, and feeling even ready finally to let go of everyone, my whole family. I was gonna drive my car over a cliff I knew about. Felt so clear and clean for about a half hour. Peaceful at last.

But my therapist had made me promise I would call him before I did anything big. I did, and got his answering machine. Thinking it was confirmation I should go ahead with my plan, I smiled.

Then his wife interrupted me as I was leaving my message, picked up, and basically saved my life.

I’m so grateful for that twist of fate. And. I remember that At that time, I was behaving completely “normally.” No one would have seen it coming.

Thank you for this honest piece of writing. We need to remember what people carry.