And what's so scary is that I think I need to be. I'm just sat waiting for help to arrive. I've had depression for yours but since a mini breakdown on Sunday I've felt really low and just want to end it. I guess there's still a tiny bit of me that doesn't want to die hence managing to get help but oh my I'm so scared. Scared of failing. Scared of what the ambulance people will say. Terrified of going into hospital as I never have before.
No idea why I'm posting except to keep myself occupied