'And it's easy to lie about how you're feeling, especially answering the questions on the Edinburgh Test.'
That 'test' is the single most useless piece of paper in mental health history.
Utterly stupid waste of time and a trained monkey could lie her way through it.
I looked fantastic. Lost loads of weight. House immaculate - I never could sleep more than 4 or 5 hours in any 24 hour period and ANY mess sent my anxiety levels through the roof. I lived on cigarettes, black coffee and red wine, hence the weight loss.
But if I weren't up moving around, I was staring at the walls, utterly numb, thinking that if I could drop off the face of the Earth it would be the best thing ever happened to me.
I knew I was sick because I know now that many suicidal people are so over crying and grieving and not looking after themselves or their homes - they put everything in perfect order a lot of times. They're past feeling much of anything except the calculated need to get it all over with.
People say it's selfish, well, a suicidal person usually knows this. But they feel it's even more selfish for them to carry on living and pointless, too.