Cyberspace - My Invisible Lifeline

I want anyone who is reading this to know that you are serving as my lifeline.
As crazy as it may sound - you are standing in for the professionals.
In her wisdom a therapist concluded (after meeting me once) that I was too depressed for her credentials. She set me adrift......to somehow go it alone until her recommended expert could see me in 4 weeks. I guess finding oneself in a hotel room with the express purpose of overdosing is a surefire way to have a therapist wash their hands of you.

That's where you come in.

I suppose there has to be some twisted humor in the image of the depressed/suicidal patient finally being able to squeak out a barely audible "H-E-L-P!!", only to have the door closed on their pathetic self.
So, I have decided to come to you to help ensure my safety. I know this imaginary door will always be open.

Thank you for being here.