Somedays I struggle with euphoric recall and severe cravings that usually follow intense depression and loneliness. I have never considered myself suicidal. I’ve seen my Dad in a psych ward after a failed attempt with rope burn and bruising on his neck and face. I was 17 and I remember the feelings I had and I know I couldn’t ever put my family through that.
However, I’ve been experiencing an indifference toward both life and death. Sometimes I don’t look when I cross the street.
I guess what I’m saying is that life is really difficult right now and i sometimes feel like if I were to get hit by a bus, it wouldn’t necessarily be the worst thing that could happen. Sorry for being so dark, that’s where I’m at today.