There are many reasons to support The Metropolitan Review, and one of the best is Django Ellenhorn, who arrives today with an essay and memoir that is unlike any you’re going to encounter elsewhere. For 20,000 words—they rip by rapidly, novelistically—Ellenhorn takes you into the depths of his mind and soul, where he has struggled with the unsettling reality of suicide ideation. Take your time with this piece. It’s worth it at every sentence, every word.