My husband seemed to be doing okay this morning, so hopefully things are on the upswing (have my fingers and toes crossed).

Yesterday I got to something in therapy that appears to be central to my moments of suicide attempts. They've always asked me, "What were you thinking when you did it?", and I've never had an answer. All I had were feelings which are useless if you don't know where they are coming from. But yesterday something t said just clicked into place and suddenly I knew the answer. I cried and cried. At least now I know what the h*ll I'm dealing with. I have the thoughts to work with. That's huge for me.