Historically my �suicidal ideation� has been extremely intrusive. Sudden and severe, but thankfully very brief episodes with enough space in-between them to make them manageable with the decades of experience I have of doing so. But the past three...
Historically my �suicidal ideation� has been extremely intrusive. Sudden and severe, but thankfully very brief episodes with enough space in-between them to make them manageable with the decades of experience I have of doing so.
But the past three days I have been constantly suicidal without breaks, without relief from the exhaustion that carrying this huge weight around � physically as well as mentally � burdens me with. It�s so bloody tiring.
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Suicide.
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I�ve spent three days, now, under a cloud
blackbirds have flown into existence. It
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wraps me in a colourless silk stripping me
of every nerve, every piece of me. I could
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pull death over me; dive into its net and
drown in the wet ocean of dead fishes,
effortlessly.
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