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So the last time I posted I was half drunk, sitting on the side of the road, and slashing up my leg. I was sitting in the ER parking lot in case I cut too deep and started bleeding out. I was a bit scared.

Personal journey exploring mental illness and suicide. While I stand at the edge of this temperate downpour, tiny deflected reflected droplets find my face and keep me awake. The noisy business of clanking rain adds to the drama. Over the next few minutes the drops become grainy. Splat! They shatter on flat surfaces of windscreens and pavements, leaving a little residue, a trace of things to come. For a few moments, all is right with the world. Yesterday our Prime Minister put Mental health at the top of.

He claims that the frontal lobe is the part of the brain that differs us from all other living things. It gives us the opportunity to imagine the future. Now what happens when you think too far into the future? I believe.