If it weren’t for my cat, I would have killed myself by now. It’s crazy to think about that but she’s literally the only thing that stops me from ending my life.

Lately though, I feel like I’m slowly creeping towards the edge again. It’s like the magic hold she had on me is wearing off and I’m feeling that darkness again. That feeling where I start to lose track of myself and I disassociate.

I don’t know… I don’t know anymore.