Desperately needing to get well, I voluntarily admitted myself for in-patient PTSD care. When my plane arrived in DC (I was alone), the enormity of it hit me & I cried in a locked IAD bathroom stall for 2 hours. You didn't know, in my jean pocket, I brought what I needed to take my own life. All you knew was the hysterical crying in the next stall. You were kind & soothing & eventually I felt ok enough to squeeze your hand under the stall. You were kind enough to leave & give me privacy. Thank you. I did get in that cab & I did get better.