Note To Self: Don't Die

Dear Erika,

   I know right now you are feeling like shit, but you have to pull through. Your life is on the line and right now it may seem like a fabulous thing to die, but in the long run it won’t benefit anyone and you know that. Dr. Stevens and Dr. Martin could very well lose their jobs, your family would be devastated, your future, which could be so bright, would be nonexistent. Try to pull through these tough moments with warms thoughts. Even if your warm thoughts are death, that’s okay, as long as you live through the moment. Put down the razorblade or the bottle of pills right now. If you are hearing these demonic voices simply tell them to go away. People love and care about you so much. Don’t get stressed and if you are so stressed you can’t take it anymore go down to your mother and get a damn Klonopin or two. But don’t sneak more than you are supposed to because I know you tend to do that.  Take the right dosage of your medicine and never stop taking it unless Dr. Martin tells you to. This is unlikely though, and you should come to accept you have a life long illness that sucks sometimes, but it’s never too bad to where you need to die or cut yourself to ribbons. Everything will be okay. I promise.
 "In spite of all the odds against her ... she was still fighting.”

Love, Erika