Thanks for the uplifting posts.

I was fortunate to have a therapy appointment yesterday and I cried and cried for the full hour. By the time we were done I was trashed I was so exhausted and couldn't wait to get home where I spent the rest of the morning curled up in bed with my dog at my side.

I am okay and thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

My new friend is where he needs to be. I briefly saw him yesterday. What strength it must have taken him to get through the day and see himself to the hospital. It is he who deserves an award for being so strong.

Relief on my part.

My therapist asked how this might have triggered my own mental health. I hadn't much thought of that. I was purely in 'you do what you got to do' mode.

I repeat my urging of people to make consideration of those in their own lives who might come to their aid and be such a friend if needed. We were lucky this time that I had a hunch that morning and acted upon it. I think we all need some sort of safety plan, eh?

So what did this trigger for me? I sat down with my husband late that night and we discussed a what-if scenario that would involve not just him but who else I would likely be able to count on. I am meeting with those two people today and plan to reach out.