Monday, October 12, 2015

Let's Call Him Jack

How often do you think about it?

Everyday.

Would you ever follow through?

I know eventually, that is how I will leave this world.

Have you ever made a plan?

Yes.

What stopped you?

I was hospitalized. I was admitted the day prior to the planned date.

What was the plan?

A bridge. There's always a bridge.


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Three hours later, many pages of notes, thoroughly reddened eyes from nonstop tears, and I knew I had met my match. 

My new doctor. With my new insurance. And now, my new medication. 

He's rough around the edges with a raspy voice. He curses at me. He's told me I have had shitty psychiatrists in the past. He's like... Jack Nicholson, only older. 

And he's wonderful. 

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