Hope and Suicide


Two nights ago, I got halfway through writing a new post. I can’t recall what it was about. But that doesn’t matter anymore. On Monday night, the only thing that mattered was the person on the other end of the phone and making sure they saw another sunrise. Continue reading Hope and Suicide


New Year’s

I started the New Year off with a fever. Despite my best efforts to keep the cold at bay, no amount of vitamin C could bolster my weakened immune system into a fight-worthy army. Regardless, my work doesn’t allow for sick days and so here I am, prepared to stand duty for another two days. Continue reading New Year’s