Crying in public makes people uncomfortable. Try it. Next time you're standing in line at the bank, release a little sob. Let the sound grow into keening. Let that become a wail. Then watch the people around you edge away, as if sadness were something they could catch.
Was it enough to save me from the tears?
Yes and No.
The day I ended my life, I wrote an apology first on the fence with a stick of chalk. I don't know who those words were for, but I wasn't here to see my Morning Glory bloom.