As always I am thinking about purpose. Alot of things about it. I don't know if the same is true for anyone else who has walked in my shoes, but everytime I have seriously considered suicide or acted towards it, I always wondered what the world would be like without me.
‘Welcome to the dark side’ is what my friend at work (right behind me) says to me when I pop around her ‘side’ of the office, demarcated only by a glass wall. It’s a joke of course but what Lucy doesn’t know is that I already live on the dark side. Living
If depression is like being trapped in a dark, empty room all alone, then stigma is what keeps the sufferer locked in, just a doorknob away from the sunshine and from help and happiness.