Hi. Of course you can call me Ange
Things aren't good. I wish I could say they were.
I'm very tearful, a sign that things are not going well. I'm trying to carry on and do all the things that should help, but in reality they are not.
I've been putting so much effort into trying to be happy, but it seems that my best simply isn't good enough.
I don't know why I bother.
I've known for years how this is going to end. I don't think I can avoid getting ill again - that's the way my bipolar is. Episodic with constant relapses. And when I do, my suicide is inevitable.
I don't think I can do this.