@eponymoushipster Do you remember that series of stories in the Inky about the guy who jumped off the ten story building and survived? It came at a pretty intense time for me. They spoke about his change of heart when he found he was alive, and all the struggles he went through to rehab as best he could.
It was the reasons why he wanted to jump that I completely identified with, and I was very empathetic with them. Too much so, actually. It’s usually hard for me to think about. Like right now. It makes me very sad, and tears come to my eyes, and I feel a very tiny pull saying that if I did that, I wouldn’t have to worry about anything any more. I really hate feeling this way. It reminds me how complicated my life is, and how there is no obvious way to know the best thing to do.