Trapped in a hell I know too well.

I can’t talk to my friends about the thoughts going through my head as it would terrify them.

My GP is, understandably, concerned about my welfare. So I’m treading that fine line between being honest and getting my immediate needs met.

Work is awful and I am on the verge of quitting. It’s just a shame I’m not fit or well enough to get a paid job.

And money. Money, or rather debt, is a big issue. Again

Am slipping from depressed to suicidal. Maybe my GP had a point earlier, though it’s never a good idea to point out that if I wanted to I could just go buy the stuff, or worse, elsewhere.


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