Oh no please don't start again
I am starting to feel like I can't cope with life again. I woke up this morning and thought maybe I could try cutting the skin at my wrist just to see how far down I had to go before hitting the vein. Thoughts like that are NOT a good sign.
So I called someone I knew would understand. I called Sherman. Ended up crying over the phone; dunno whether he noticed. I cry silently. But blowing the nose honkingly must've been a dead giveaway.
At least I haven't lost my sense of humour :) The day I can't find something to laugh about, I'll know I'm definitely in very big trouble!