It is two days less a month today that I attempted to commit suicide, but was found by my best friend in the entire world. And things are going rather swimmingly now, I must say. Last month, I thought I had no one. That no one cared about me, and that my life was worthless. Wow. I can't believe that was only a month ago. Insane. Regardless, I'm now attending therapy for my problems. The best friend that saved my life is now my boy friend, and we're doing rather well, I think. We've known each other since we were really little, so that helps. I'm amazed that I have so much now, when I though I had nothing just a few weeks ago. I've still got problems; lots of them. But I'm trying to untangle them. I'm working really hard at it. But the main thing? I'm glad I survived.