The kind of day those that speak of the unspeakable feel the need to speak about.

An up against the wall for too many days time, time that crumbled as you crumpled and were ready, no not ready, crying for it to end. A day when death was your last and brightest hope. A day when your good days were enough, and in the balance, the weight of quiet was irresistably heavy.

A day after a four day bender, after an impossibly serious financial blow, after being fed up past your limits with the limits of your stupid relationship. A day when nothing you owned was worth defending.

So you asked for Valium. Compusure gained. Finances taken care of. Alcohol withdrawl shakes taken care of. Outdoor air and non-chemical adventures tasted. Yay, valium. Probably better than suicide.