I’ll often wake up in the middle of the night telling myself that I should be dead, that my continued existence is an abomination. Yet a few hours later I’ll be enjoying myself reading a good book and sipping green tea. What’s going on?
PS. @leafy @everhopeful. When expressing ourselves the tone or emotional colouring doesn’t always match the content with people with our diagnosis. Please don’t jump to conclusions. I need to be able to discuss my death wish in my own way using my own words without been called names. I hope you’ll understand.