Alone again. That’s fine. You know me. I’m not one to complain. Oh, I still miss you so much. I don’t think I’ll ever get over it. I’m not strong enough. Not without you. I’m still going through the stages of grief. Denial’s the tricky one. I was never in denial that you were gone. I was in denial that I was suffering from mental illness. Even when I was suicidal, I never thought there was anything wrong with me. I thought that was the sensible thing to do, and it annoyed me that other people thought I wasn’t thinking straight. It was only recently I realized I was ill. I guess that was the glimmer of hope to getting better. It feels good. Talking to you.[to Lisa]
