Just do it

I think it’s about time. There are people I love and were talking to – I wanted to talk to – but not anymore. I have nothing more to say.

My therapist called the police on me today. Rather than talk with me about whatever the fuck she thought they would do she just sends them over. I was shaking. Did she think I would tell them? Did she think they could do something? What? Nothing unless I would have said I was going to kill myself. They asked if I just wanted attention. That sounded good so, yeah, sure. If it would get him out of my house, yeah, let’s go with that. They left. I don’t think people understand how it is when a person is close. How they can sober up – so to speak – when threatened with help they don’t want.

I smile.

I think it’s about time because I have said too much. No one understands. No one will let you if you tell them. So, stop talking and just do it.

Just. Do. It.