(poetry diary 145) Yesterday a friend posted a suicide note on Facebook. Friends rallied. Police were called, friend was saved, friend is getting help. Friends sending many messages of love to friend.

Was terrifying. I don’t pray much–poems tend to take the place of that. Found self repeating lines from Dylan Thomas poem “Do not go gentle into that good night.” Which on one hand I told myself was dumb because Thomas wrote it to his father re: going blind, and because it’s usually used in context of illnesses like cancer, etc…but this morning I realized that, duh, depression is an illness.  One that must be fought against.  Hard.