My best friend.

I was so so close to relapsing today. I held the blade in my trembling hands. Then, for some reason, I went back to my messages with my best friend from the summer 2013. I read our conversation from the day I nearly took my life. Her messages from them still help me today. I read them and then put the blade away. I can't do this to her. I can't let her down.
So, best friend, I'll never tell you this, but you're the reason I didn't SH today. Thank you.