Dreamed I was there when Corie killed herself. That I knew she was going to do it and tried to talk her out of it. That I watched her go into that place of feeling awful about herself and then she retreated into the bathroom. I yelled for Jim to get all of his guns because Corie was going to do something to herself, and he wasn't moving fast enough. I kept yelling and yelling and yelling but it was too late.
I was exhausted when I woke up but did not want to fall asleep and have to go back to that place. I wish I hadn't slept so late this morning, but whatever. Shit happens.
I felt like I had more to say than that when I sat down to post, but I can't remember. Might post again later, who knows.