Yesterday was, thus far, my toughest day depression wise. Suicidal thoughts going through my head most of the afternoon, and in fact evening as I was tossing and turning in bed thinking how to carry out the best suicide with minimum impact on those who hold me dear.
I had a thought last night, what if, if you commit suicide, your “spirit” then is put through witnessing the pain it would cause to the people you hold dear. What a cruel punishment that would be. A good idea for a movie too I thought.
Anyway, I woke up this morning to see another day. And I am not feeling as gloomy today. I don’t know why. Maybe because yesterday was so tough, today can only be a bit easier.