Chapter 30
Maybe things would have been different if I hadn’t turned off both of our phones the morning after he died.
Nobody could talk to me unless they stopped by in person. Even then I ignored their knocks because I didn’t want to see or speak with anyone.
Perhaps if somebody had been able to force me to get help? What if they had been able to prove I might be a danger to myself and make the nearby hospital admit me to their psych ward?
That’s the thing about being an adult though. With a few exceptions, no one can force another loved one to get the help they might need, no matter how much they spiral out of control.
Maybe the key was that I wasn’t hurting anyone else. I wasn’t out driving drunk or acting recklessly. Wasn't drawing attention to how bad things had become.
I laid a
