I'm not suicidal just fed up.
I did think of suicide (briefly), but as there is no painless way and it's not something I would willingly do just in case things would have been better the day after. I do have a slight grain of hope.
Money problems.....problems at home (that's another matter with a son up court for something he is adamant he didn't do. First offence but the pigs police and the CPS have got charges made. So are the police fitting him up? I don't trust the filth cops...never have...not sure why, I just don't................so that doesn't help. It's like the sword of Damaclese over my head).
It is eating me away. There are more downs than ups.
I have a wonderful gf and we understand each other as we seem to have the same stuff going on.
Yet still I wake up in the mornings and think: 'Oh gawd, why couldn't I have died in my sleep?'
Life seems bland, austere and hopeless.
I think I just want the crap to end. I've lost my youthful optimism, in fact I'm 56 next week.
There is no god to guide and help me. I have wasted loads of my life in the filthy, vile, maggot ridden watchtoer(R) cult.
As the Sex Pistols sang: '...there is no future...'
Being a Brit and of the age I'm at I don't go for doctors, meds and therapy....can't bleedin' afford it anyway.
Moan over! Just ignore me..........