Sunday

I lay on the sofa all day until a psych nurse came. I remember her from last year and she was nice; just wanted to talk and not push the decider skills like  most do. 
More of the same questions, she remembered things from last year which I was touched with. 
I dissociated a few times while she was there, zoned out not aware of anything . She timed when I was zoned out and was out for at least 5 mins each time. I told her I want to die. 
I am getting a phone call tomorrow and another visit Tuesday morning. 

My last Sweet William in the bunch.