I think the drugs are starting to affect me. The doctor said it would take a couple of weeks and over two weeks have gone. I’m not feeling like myself anymore. It’s getting harder to live in the moment. Thoughts and worries about the future keep creeping up in my mind. It’s harder to distract my thoughts away from things I can’t do anything about at the moment.

Last night before I fell asleep I started thinking about how long I’m going to live. If I’d know I had less than a year to live, I’d be fine with it. I could hang in there for that long. But the thought of living a full life… Even now I feel like panicking. I’m starting to seriously think of ways to kill myself. I googled poisons yesterday, but I didn’t find anything both practical and having a high chance of being effective.

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