The past few days I've been seriously considering ending my life. Quietly, without fuss or fanfare.
I know that I could call the Samaritans or MIND or any number of organisations but I wouldn't possibly know what to say to them.
I'm late 40s.
Happily married to my husband.
Kids grown up and all doing well.
Nice house in a good area.
Materially good lifestyle.
No big problems or worries.
I know how lucky I am, it hasn't always been this way.
Hell, it even sounds like I'm stealth boasting but I'm really not.
No black dog or ridiculous anxiety, I am even good at reframing bad thoughts or situations
So why then do I want to take fistfuls of tablets, fall asleep and never wake up again?
I really don't understand.
What is wrong with me?