Dear Diary

I can't breathe.

The shadow is becoming heavier and heavier and I have no more strength to keep it at bay.

I have once again brought my diary to my recently bumped up bi-weekly session. Mary wanted me to have it as a support system and I although I hate to admit it, it's working. The only problem is when I walk out of here I no longer feel that safety.

After everything happened last week, Brian knocking on my bathroom door, me screaming bloody ...