I’m at a crisis point, again.
I’m not coping. Most “Westerners” in developed countries who are intelligent, educated, and/or compassionate should be able to quickly understand that statement. Nevertheless, I would be astounded if more than four readers had even a passing understanding of what I mean why I say, “I’m not coping.” In fact, I would be impressed if more
Did you know that I intentionally got sick? Did you know that I could choose to not be sick?
In sitting in front of food. I’m hungry. I know I need calories. But my stomach is in pain and I’m nauseated and if I eat anything, I will have a lot more pain throughout my gastrointestinal tract for many hours. I’ve taken what few medicines I have that can help this situation. To go
I almost got hit by a taxi. I got angry at the driver. He got out of the taxi, he was taller, heaver, and jacked. He threatened me. We parted ways. Some people got angry at me and went and got two police officers. That was the only time Mexican police officers have manhandled me.
Should I get in front of the speeding car?
Now that Game of Thrones is over, you should ensure that your favorite reality entertainment doesn’t end before you are ready
I have curable illness. I’m homeless. I want to work but I can’t. I’m in pain every day. I can’t get enough support to mitigate the pain. I can’t get enough support to end my homelessness. I can’t get enough support to cure my illness. I’ve asked for help for six years, but I can’t
The cycle continues.
Suicide prevention is a fraud.