This one is a work of fiction, however as I’ve previously written - I find it hard to play a character I don’t believe in. In this case, this is about 80% me talking.

An old friend, Mahray, dropped in to visit. He told me a story of sorts, then had a drink and left again. Bit off a weird one, to be honest.


Scars

Scars. We all bear them. Each carries a story, whether of emotional or physical injuries. Some scars fade over time, others are with us for...

I did 20, does that mean I can do 70? Should I?

"After serious self-harm or a suicide attempt, extra supports as outlined above will not be available for a 24 hour period."

It feels like I'm being punished for my own inability to ask for the help I need, for the fact that oftentimes once I get an idea, I cannot begin to shake the idea until I have acted upon it.

Nobody from my team has contacted me at all today. Admittedly the day is not over...