i.

"Do you have thoughts about harming yourself?"

"Yes," I think.

"No," I say.

She is done, I am not.

ii.

"Do you have thoughts about harming yourself or others?" He asks.

I glance at my mother sitting beside me.

Yes, I think.

No, I say.

He signs the prescription. I get the drugs.

iii.

I need more than this medicine, oh so much more. But I am not allowed to voice it.

I am already in hell.