Last night it’s safe to say I had an emotional breakdown.
I felt completely unreal, I was physically sick from stress. I contemplated so serious actions and the effect it would have on my family.
It was late or very early which ever way you want to look at it. I tried calling a couple friends but nada. So I did the once sensible thing I could think of, I called a mental health hotline, named Samaritans. I needed help, I needed to hear someone’s voice. They didn’t answer. I tried 5 times, and no answer.
This of course made me feel worse. But luckily a friend text me. So I am still here.
I just don’t know what happened last night. It was a dark place I went to, darker than I have felt in a long time. And it scared me.