I had forgotten my talent for compartmentalization. I’m taking 30 minutes to write, then putting this away again. I kept remembering it this week, then putting it away.
A friend killed herself last week, and I’m still not sure what I think.
Ostensibly, when someone commits suicide everyone blames themselves, and no one should. Of course I know no one could have saved her, that no one is at fault, that there’s nothing I could have done. Except there is.
