Over the weekend I used some negative coping and while I was under the influence I decided to text T to say goodbye, since I was never going to therapy again. Well, T read my text and took it as basically a suicide note. Meanwhile, my phone died and I wasn't home, having spent the night at my friend's house.

long story short, when I finally talked to T, after coming home to find a mass of police on my doorstep, T was crying. She said she was sure I had taken my life. She said she was terrified. She used that word twice. Terrified. It was a pretty intense moment, to realize just how much T cares.