Ah- one more thing. The idea I just raised there, about talking frankly about suicide making it easier to justify, is one reason why I stopped blogging. I’ll get into that big issue, later. But it was part of it.
Like, I was scared of what I would do if I dared to open up, even to myself. Of what I would do, to me.
It’s scary, it really is. I don’t want to die. I want to live, to be happy and prosperous. And I think I can. I think… I can. Think so.
I hope so.
I don’t know.
I dearly hope so.
But… I really need to get to bed. This is another drug fueled blogging escapade that really needs to stop, like now. I won’t even proof this post, it is what it is.
Good night. I’m safe for now, I think. Don’t worry.