2020 has been one of my best years ever.
I know, right?
Ten years ago, I spent the Christmas season at “5 North”; Medicine Hat’s psychiatric ward. The stay started with placing my signature on a piece of paper asserting that I would not try to kill myself for 24 hours.
They asked for three days. I couldn’t promise that much time.
As near as I can figure, I had been suicidal since I was eight years old.
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