She's severely critical. She's lost the ability to speak. They called to make sure I knew she was donating her body. I've been crying for two days straight. I saw my therapist today and we're talking about putting me in a psych hospital for a little bit. Because I've already started grieving and it's triggering my depression.
Her pain is killing me. Then I feel guilty and selfish because, oh god, her pain is so much worse than mine. And there's nothing I can do about it. And it's killing me. It's fucking killing me. And I don't even know if I'll feel worse or better when she's no longer in any.