Today I found myself parked on the side of the street, phoning a suicide hotline. Curled up in a reclined chair, sinking into the middle of it, I listen to the line ring. A woman picks up the phone, her name is Janice or Gina. Later on in the call, she asks me if I…

Yesterday, I spent the whole day in bed with a sense of panic. I rescheduled my therapy appointment to happen two weeks from now, but I’m thinking maybe I should have gone. Every month, usually around a week and a half before my period, I plummet into a nonsensical depression. Premenstrual dysphoric disorder is what…