I take the Suicide Project letter everywhere reminding myself there is hope. Sometimes, the pain is so overwhelming. My mother is going to turn 90….but she has cancer. I am already grieving. It waxes and wanes. But when I feel like this I feel like I am in a black fog. And being tortured by a dementor. I work part time and I am lucky that I can do that. But a lot of times it is hard to get to work. My fiance works all the time and his hours are so terrible I am used to being alone. Mind you, I do not […]