Dear Abby: I’ve been thinking about suicide a lot lately, more than usual. I’m not angry about anything, just in pain. I keep getting knocked down after I try so hard to pick myself up. I tried calling a hotline, gave up on that. (I guess they’re busy.) I can’t afford doctors and psychiatrists.
The weather’s changing, and I don’t do well in the cold. I always get down when the temperatures drop. I love my home, but sometimes I wonder if I’m really happy here. I can’t imagine leaving.