So she killed herself

Yesterday I found out that an intelligent. warm, creative, charming, attractive woman I know, took her own life.  Same age as me.   I always knew we had much in common.  Now I see we had even more in common than I realised.

It was winter solstice yesterday.  Good day for suicide.

I have been spending a lot of time considering the implications of ceasing to exist.  It becomes more attractive as I age.  I have argued with my shrink about it.  If you had cancer and were in so much pain that couldn't be ended, then people would more likely understand your desire for euthanasia, but suicide for depression is a bigger taboo. That's not fair.

These daisies are for Jemma


I'm very sad about  Jemma who is now dead,  But, I'm also a little envious,  if I am honest.

I'm heading downwards at present.   Down, down, down, down.  May get too low to write.  We'll see if the blog helps.