Life was good up until Sept 8.
Daily routines like getting up, making the bed, and working the day away felt almost mechanical.
May the love of God be upon you everyday.
I have some savings and maybe if I were careful and picked up odd jobs I could survive.
It's as though I went temporarily Goth.
None of us knows what death will bring.
What, if I may ask, have you got to lose? Please be kind to yourself.
Though talking about dying is an obvious sign, there are many others that can indicate risk.