Journal. 21 June 2016. Loneliness.

Last night was the Summer Solstice and the Strawberry Full Moon – which was beautiful here in Chicagoland. In ye olde days, I would have gone out into the darkness in search of a drumming circle in the forest or a bonfire on the beach… but boring, broken Rebekah went home and went to bed early. I don’t even call myself “Rivka” anymore. It’s been a sad, difficult month as I struggle with constant thoughts of suicide. I am not planning another suicide. (At least I don’t think so. Sometimes the so-called “right time” just pops up and then I obey (more…)