Tonight, my heart is heavy. You see, I have two friends, both very dear to me. The first I have known almost my whole life, the second just a while, but it has been long enough.

My first dear friend broke last week. She stopped eating and drinking for over a week because she genuinely thought it the will of God. By the grace of this same God, she was committed to a mental hospital, where the doctors have primarily diagnosed her with depression with psychotic tendencies. She has been there a week, where she still has not eaten any solid food, and is not sleeping. I am so worried about her that I can barely stand it.

My second friend, upon hearing this news, honestly told me that it sounded like a nice vacation. This friend was not trying to hurt me or anything, for you see, he claims he is already broken. That's where broken people go -- to the mental hospital.

Never before have I felt so alone.