It's my birthday in exactly two weeks and one day. I will officially be 28, but when I first met you almost three years ago at 25 I never actually believed that I would live beyond 26.

I came across this article today that a 19 year old child I grew up watching on TV committed suicide. Even though I'm actively avoiding you at the moment, because I don't feel ready to come back. I know that I was lucky that I had you as my T.

Thank you for not giving up on me.