So I don’t like to talk to people about death and dying, at least when it comes to my ideas. I’ve talked to people around my thoughts about death and dying and they don’t do or say much or inquire for more details. Not even my husband.

I took a 3 month leave from work in 2023 because I was so depressed I could not get out of bed. I wanted to die every time I woke up, so I cried because I still wanted to be dead or because I merely woke up and did not die.

I would be TOTALLY fine if I died today. Car accident, murdered, hit and run, whatever. I feel content with it because I am so tired of being “sick”. Basically having physical and mental health issues since I was 7 or 8 and it being 75% of my life. I’m tired of trying. I have to work so hard every day.