Hardly any of us either are not, or do not know someone to whom Sam addresses this.
The year had only just begun when I heard my psychiatrist, his voice quiet on the other end of the phone, telling me to go to the emergency room. “Will you go?” he asked me.
And I remember in that moment, feeling like my cells were crawling and clawing in my body. The mere state of “being” was painful. I wanted to ask that doctor if he knew what he was asking me to do. How could he ask me to stay when everything hurt this much?
Last January, I couldn’t think of one good reason not to jump in front of the next train.
It’s December.
There were a million reasons not to.
Here’s what I would have missed: Trying my first veggie burger at Burger King. Learning I had obsessive-compulsive disorder. Eating sushi for the first time. Getting the first job that I’ve ever loved. Finding the…
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