When you needed me.

I knew something was wrong when you left for work this morning. When you were silent an didn't even bother to eat breakfast.

But I ignored the awful feeling in my chest all day, until your little sobs from the bathroom became silence.

Then it was a rush to the car.

Then it was a rush to get you help.

Then they rushed to take you away.

Now you are better, your not healed, you never will be. But you are better, and getting better everyday.

We got another chance at life, and this time I made sure you would know that wouldn't leave you. Not then, not now, not ever.

Mental Illness is real, and I can't expect you to live your life without talking about yours.

Come back, we can talk.