I hate my head. I hate the way I am. I hate what I do. I just want it to stop.

I had a bad night. I very nearly did something “stupid.” My girlfriend talked me out of it. She really wanted me to call the crisis team but I kept refusing. Eventually I fell asleep for a couple of hours.

Now I’m just wondering what the big deal is. I’m ok. I will probably spend the day convincing her, and myself, I’m fine and don’t need help...

I think I was just being overdramatic. I’m fine. Except when I’m not.