I have been putting off being dead for months. My mom reminded me yesterday that it is my fault she still has to work and cannot retire. I let my dog get hurt. I tried so hard to make things different so that maybe being dead would not be necessary and nothing worked. Nothing went right.
Sunday nights are always the hardest. I guess if I am somehow not dead on Monday we will go see our therapist human in theory. It all just feels so pointless. But she said she likes seeing us and would like to see us if I am not dead. She also wrote down to come on the card thing like she always does so it would be rude to not go.