The bad nights have come back.

Those nights when I think dying is the answer. The nights when I cannot face the next day.

And they are getting more and more frequent.

I can’t do this again. I just can’t.

I skipped work the last two days. I couldn’t face the world. And now I’m just wondering why I’m even still trying? What is the point? Ultimately I still want to die. I don’t think that will ever change.