When it Rains. . .
As some of y'all know, one of my dear friends attempted suicide three(ish) weeks ago. Well, early wedneday morning, my cousin walked out of his girlfriend's house and cut open his wrist. If they hadn't gotten him to the hospitial when they did, he probably would have died. As it is, his hand's totally messed up; the doctor's don't think that he will ever regain full use of it.
My cousin and I are really close--and I gave him the knife I believe he used as a Christmas gift. I had no idea he would. . .*sighs*
Anyway.
I'm starting therapy for depression on Monday--good timing, eh?
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