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I became a savior when you died.

Updated: May 5, 2021

I thought that I could save you with my love.

11 years ago on Valentine’s Day you ended your life, after trying every other way you could to deal with the pain.

And I was left with the devastating feeling that I had failed you.

I did not know how to feel the overwhelming guilt and grief without collapsing back then.

Instead I went right into doing, fighting to shine light on the injustice and mistreatment in the psychiatric hospital.

As if that would bring you back somehow.

Or at least make up for the fact that I could not save you, despite all my efforts to do so.