2020 has been one of my best years ever. I know, right? Ten years ago, I spent the Christmas season at “5 North”; Medicine Hat’s psychiatric ward. The stay started with placing my signature on a piece of paper asserting that I would not try to kill myself for 24 hours. They asked for three days. I couldn’t promise that much time. As near as I can figure, I had been suicidal since I was eight years old.
