Much more than half in love with easeful death…
FOOTNOTE: (8/2/‘24)
Well, I’m still here. But I posted the above, fairly obviously, in a moment of deep dark depression. such moments have been too frequent, alas, in my life. And in the last year they’ve plumbed new depths. Prior to this I only really thought about suicide. But in the last 12-18 months I’ve attempted it. Twice.
It’s kind of embarrassing to leave this post in public view. But I feel that I ought to. Such things are, sadly, a part of many people’s lives. And sometimes their deaths. And having this out in the open might help someone, be that me, or whoever, to see that such things usually pass.