I’m sitting in a motel room alone with nothing but my thoughts and it weighs so heavily on me. Why would an otherwise logical person have such self-destructive thoughts. I feel utterly lonely and hopeless and the possibility of ending my own life is a constant companion in my mind. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t feel and the only solace I have is trying to describe my solitude. I just feel enveloped with darkness and despair. On several occasions, I’ve told my girlfriend of my situation as a desperate plea for help. She treats me like a leper and doesn’t acknowledge the […]