Ook maar net-net

Jig. Ek kan nie glo een man kan so depressed raak nie.

Hoe depressed hoor ek jou vra?

Nie eens my geliefde video games gee my iets om na uit te sien nie.

Wow… Goeie nuus is ek het ‘n griffel van die dokter vir nuwe pille. Byvoegsel tot die huidige dosis.

Ek hoop dit werk. Nog so twee weke en ek raak koekoes…

I call it the brain period. For four days in the month, I have panic attacks.

Sometimes, I can handle them. Other times, like today, they get a bit too much.

How much?

Well, suicidal much.

Like I cannot get the thought of ending it all out of my mind. Go jump off a bridge, slit my wrists.

Death is better than dealing with this fear.

I cannot live.

I cannot live like this.

I cannot face the day like this. Every attack drags me down.

Every attack takes me to a darker place. To a place where I cannot see the way out.

The light at the end of the tunnel is an oncoming train.

I cannot live like this anymore. This is not living.

This is creeping into a hole, too afraid to do anything.

Anything…