““I won’t lie. Looking back is difficult—my memories are tinged with hollowness and shame. Still, I wasn’t suicidal. I mean, sure. This last time, I did drink the poison—and maybe this sounds weird, but it just never occurred to me that I would really die from it. And I didn’t. Not technically. But psychiatry, like alchemy, is a very inexact science. You’d think psychiatrists of all people would have a sense of humor about an occasional lapse in judgment like taking a few drops of poison. They don’t. (Having just reread this note, I’m fairly certain the words are not exactly coming out the””
