Scared

My cousin John attempted to commit suicide yesterday. Why I have no idea. I guess I kind of do. Depression. I know that feeling all too well. I've struggled with it my entire life. It's not something you share with other people. Nobody else understands. Or so it seems.

Anyways, John is in ICU. He is breathing on his own thank God after being on the ventilator all last night.

His sister Kate is in rehab for drinking. I'm worried about how she will take this. She really is too delicate. She pretends to be tough, but she always drank to forget all her problems and that isn't tough. That's chicken. I know she'll probably try to blame herself for what John did and I worry a lot about that. Right now I'm just glad they won't let her out of the center by herself because I know she'd fall apart.