For the first time in a long time I slept.
This wasn’t because my spasms had stopped- they are awful, but Gina and I figured out a position to get my legs into where I could feel the jerks less.
Combined with total exhaustion it meant I slept for 9 hours.

I’ve been on the cusp of suicide for a while now.
Changed Will, written letters, knife at the ready.

Who knows what’ll happen.
I don’t.