Dear Liz: We Lived

20 yrs ago today, I checked myself into a mental hospital for suicidal ideation, 3 years after I’d attempted to end things. 19 years ago today, I learned I was pregnant. This is a letter for 2006 Liz

Hey friend,

I’m writing to you from a steamy bathtub after a long day of storytelling at a festival where you are one of the paid performers next to some folks you idolize.

I thought that’d get your attention. (And not just because you don’t even know what a smartphone is yet.)

Listen, I know shit is fucking dark right now. I know that you’re still living…