Here I am again writing about depression. Its vicious grip is back with its scaly hands bound around my throat. It's hanging on for dear life while I'm hanging on for dear death.
I went to get lunch today and stared around the restaurant curious how many people there wanted to die at that moment. Am I the only one thinking about death? Am I the only one wanting to be gone?
Suicide is on my brain once again. When will it end?
Tuesday night a guy I graduated high school with was killed in an automobile accident. Why do I wish it were me?
((((Chunks)))) It'll pass.
ReplyDelete((Hugs)). I'm glad it wasn't you xx
ReplyDeleteMe too xx
ReplyDeleteI'm glad it wasn't you too. I'm sorry you are going through such a black hole right now.
ReplyDeleteAre you still on the Prozac?
Maybe it's time to speak to your doctor again.
I hope you feel much better really soon.
I hope you get better.
ReplyDeleteTalk to your doctor about Prozac. I don't know for how long you're taking.
Take care.
Love,
Ana
We need you. You must hang on.
ReplyDeletemy thoughts are with you. we've all been there. you are not alone! stay strong and keep writing.
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