My husband woke me up this morning to let me know he was seriously, dangerously suicidal, and he needed to go to the hospital. Even when a patient is willing, intake is a grueling process, and I just got home from the hospital. He is safe at a facility staffed by distinctly kind and knowledgeable people. Now that I am alone, I am going to cry a lot and get it out of my system.

I have been so afraid. Thank you for all your kindnesses recently.

ETA: I'll thank you all more directly later - I am so grateful. I am also glad GT is a place that recognizes his courage in coming to me. He apologized for waking me up, and I told him I was deeply grateful he did. More crying now.