We aren’t all doctors, and if we were, not even they have the answers. Doctors of hearts or doctors of brains, not everything can be diagnosed or cured or even treated. I believe some are born with suicide within, it’s in my blood, it’s in my brain. It’s in my father, my mother and my sisters’. I can hide from it and run from it and pretend I have control of it, but it’s there, being patted and talked to and calmed and challanged. All the time, it’s there. Shopping and milk and tea and birthdays and easter and jobs and pay and tax and […]