Last Sunday, my 10th and 11th grade English teacher committed suicide. He was 34 and married with a 3 year old son.
Last Wednesday, I got a new tattoo. It says "the show must go on".
Last Friday, I met my teacher's wife.
Today, I had a wicked migraine and left work early.
Today, I realized how lucky I am. I'm lucky to have the ability to overcome my mental illness. I'm lucky to know where the darker paths lead and to know that those are not even options for me.
Today, I know myself better.
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