I thought as the days and weeks went on it would get easier but it doesn't. It gets harder. Today's been really difficult, I found myself crying this morning for no good reason and that's how it's been all day. I keep remembering the last 4 months and how difficult it was for Gary before he died and how awful it was and how helpless I felt to help him and I feel so bad. I keep replaying things over and over in my mind like the time he told me his heart hurt because I wasn't there when he was in the assessment unit and that he only felt safe when I was with him. All the lies I told him to get him to the unit and to keep him there. I wish I could go back and do things differently to make things easier for him but I don't know what else I could have done, I wonder if I took the easy way out though by asking to have him admitted