Most days, I feel like giving up… I have pets I live for now, nothing else. I sit at work and wish no one would look or talk to me. Most of the time a nasty comment comes from my mouth to lash out, it is all I have left. I am tired of the stares. I have been trying to place my pets, I made a will and am preparing to commit suicide. I don’t know when just yet. I am writing letters to friends and family. And even one to my employer who was the the most cause of my depression and stress. […]
