What if there's more?!

    One year ago I bought an Ansel Adams calendar and hung it on the back of my bedroom door. Two months before that I spent a Saturday night laying in bed thinking about suicide. I remember this night very well and have never told anyone about it. I knew I would never kill myself, I am far too afraid of death to ever consider it, but I was so depressed I felt like I was already dead. I wondered if I had in fact killed myself some days before, and my soul was slowly being wrung out of my body...