I wish I could tell you that I’m still feeling wonderful, but the suicidal ideation is back. Woody and I sat in bed crying and holding each other— we’re both scared. I don’t know how I can get through TMS when my depression is this severe. Even with a phenomenal team of doctors, therapists, and nurses, I cannot fucking get ahead of this. I feel desperate for hope that lasts longer than 24 hours.

This gorgeous arrangement was delivered today from a friend I’ve only known for a couple of weeks. Thank you Sharky ❤️
This was also delivered from a friend I haven’t actually met in person but I love connecting with her on Facebook. Thank you Brittani, I’m looking forward to coloring in this book. ❤️
My lovely friend Aleece sent this to me this evening— it was perfect timing. ❤️

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