The psych nurse takes my blood pressure and it seems almost too serene.

My weight is 219.

She asks how I am.

I’m fine, and besides I’m already on everything.

The other day, my friend worried me that she might be contemplating things. She assured me she wasn’t and wouldn’t leave her cats. I collapse into bed after, overwhelmed. My own melancholy isn’t worth talking about, and she’d ask me what do I have to feel bad about? And then she’d probably say to compare myself to someone who has real problems ( like her). Fair enough.