I keep a diary and these are my thoughts for today:
"Of course I can't. I don't want to kill myself, I just don't want to exist. A lovely little slit in the space-time continuum and I bail out in a sleeping bag. DD will still exist and never one will ever know I wasn't here. If only."
I am an outwardly "normal" person. No-one would know. I hope not, but I having huge difficulty. I am a teacher. I am waiting for the holidays to dissolve or save myself.