My Imaginary Friend is Suicidal and Other Reasons I Left the Faith

I held his arms down as he cried, insisting that he was wrong--that life DID have meaning, we just didn't know what it was. I sat with him for hours, my chest heaving, tears flowing. I sat in my room, with the light off, with my back against the door. Eyes closed, I could see him. Eyes open--

I was alone.