Thursday, 26 May 2011

I wonder if people can understand?

A few days ago I explained to a doctor that thoughts of suicide are a constant in my life. Even when I am in a phase of positivity I still think and wish for the end of my life?

Why? It doesn't even matter any more. A shortened life is a better life, that's all.

But imagine what it feels like. Imagine what struggling onwards feels like. Imagine what it is like on the inside, forever hoping my next attempt is final.

Of course I have no immediate plans.

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