suicide is an option

That's right. The most terrible of taboos but nonetheless here it is. I left work tonight with my spirit in tatters, crushed by thoughtlessness and heartlessness of people who really shouldn't matter. My 'mind' darts around inside my brain, ducking and dodging, an escape artist of Houdini-like talent. Anything to avoid thinking, feeling, facing. Any of it. Work. You. Us. No us. No you. More work. The nothingness in between it all.

Suicide is a definite option. The alternative is writing, writing, writing and hoping it will make a difference, so here I am.