There was another blog in this place—something that seemed benign at the time that I wrote it.  But as the week went by I began to worry that some readers might misinterpret what I was saying.  So, in case you read what was here before—let me clarify myself.  I wrote that I contemplated suicide almost weekly.  What I meant is that suicide is always on the horizon for me.  I don’t plan to kill myself—that involves a lot more detail than a passing consideration of dying.  I suspect that thoughts of suicide loom on the horizon of many people who live with a mental illness.  So I wanted to “clean up” what I’d posted previously.  And to sum up what was originally here—I was simply thinking on “paper” as I generally do, this time about what I am missing in my life.  I realized that I am missing fellowship with others who have a mental illness.  I need to be with others who know exactly how I’m feeling, how I struggle, and what I fear.  In case you’re wondering, I did find a support group—I start this week.

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