Chapter 14

“Shit.I could have made it,”I thought.

That train had been meant for me,and I hadn’t taken my chance.I was supposed to die while I still had my dignity.I’d lost my book deal,but I still had my job,van,son,and Jeff.I knew that as more time passed I would lose everything.

I picked up Jeremiah and went home,slightly cheered by my little boy.I would never do anything to hurt him,or hurt myself in front of him.

The next morning I went to Outpatient Therapy.In the psychotherapy session,where we sat in a circle and talked about our problems,I waxed poetic about the train,spoke of it lovingly,and how it was meant for me but I hadn’t taken the opportunity.

After I finished,Caroline said,“After group,wait in the lobby so I can talk to your doctor.”

I waited for what seemed an interminable length of time—five minutes—and decided to go home.As I sat on the back step,smoking,someone called me.

“Where did you go?”It was Caroline,speaking sternly.

“I went home.”