See, this is the thing. It has to look like an accident. I don’t want anyone to feel guilty. And I don’t want there to be any mess for anyone to have to deal with. I don’t want my daughter to bear the stigma of having a mother who killed herself. I feel like I’ve fought my whole life to get through this. I have tried everything – psychotherapy – psychopharmacology – electroconvulsive shock treatments. But here I am again. And now I think the only way that any of this makes sense is that somehow I must deserve this. Some kind of Karma. Maybe […]