Harmon's words are interesting. I like the idea of expressing on a piece of paper "I want to die" and setting it on fire. But I find expressing my suicidal thoughts to people only brings me grief. I wish it weren't that way.

I'm sorry that you feel the creep. It is indeed a terrifying feeling. I feel it physically, oftentimes deep in my chest. Other times in my limbs. Other times it's a prickling of fear.

Not pat words from me. It's an awful place to be. Sometimes that's all I want to know--that I'm not the only one that lives in fear of it coming back. That I'm not the only one who carries that fear around with her all the time.