I was meant to do it last night. I shouldn’t even be alive to write this post now. I had my poison, my notes and my determination that this was it. Part of me was glad it was going to be over.
However, I have this fear, not of death, but this fear that it will be days before someone finds me, don’t ask why because I don’t know. Last night I stayed at my mums so at least when she goes to check on me in the morning I would be found, but as I was about to do it I thought about how she […]