Next week

I think I’m heading for hospital. My sanity is going [seriously mean that]     I’m crying all the time, including in public.  Sadly I don’t have the guts to do what needs to be done and end it. I cannot envisage wanting to live again,  no matter what treatment I’m given. The years of solitude, which I used to enjoy, have caught up with me.  God knows what the future holds, just wish I didn’t have one.  This world is just unbearable for the weak.