At her funeral, I promised Lisa that I would transition for the both of us. I keep my promises. But the Darkness never left me. Lisa used to say she was “one bad day away from trying again.” And she acted happy. No one knew she was planning to die. I was trained to spot suicidal “clues” but I never saw them in her. I failed her. And she’s dead. Her death is a scar on my soul that will never heal.
Promise to Lisa is an incredibly touching post from long time blogger Sophie. Caution: It may bring a tear or two to your eyes.
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