I feel suicidal today but not in the ways I have felt in the past. I know this will pass, it does, every time I think I can’t make it another minute, hour or day, I wait. It does pass, I do not want to stop being here, never seeing my dog’s loving face, my kids, the grandchildren I might someday have, never laughing my ass off because I am watching something so funny like The Marx Brothers, or Monty Python, hearing or reading a funny letter or joke. I love fruit, I can’t eat much of it with IC, but the thought of never […]