Doctor, how are you, really?
My longtime psychiatrist died by suicide.
It still doesn’t seem real. It’s nearly impossible to accept that someone who had the talent and resources to help so many others couldn’t avail himself of the help that he needed.
It’s even harder to accept that I sensed something was wrong and didn’t do anything about it.
I’d known him for years. In the final months of our relationship, the changes in his attitude and …