Warning: This post is about depression and suicide ideation. I knew early on in my illness that it could last a long time — years, maybe decades. I hoped it wouldn’t, of course, but as I often do, I feared the worst. So, when faced with the daunting thought of being indefinitely sick, I made …
… going a full day without sleep on top of having a chronic illness that already makes me feel drunk and exhausted is quite a struggle, or if we’re talking about the drunken/hungover equivalent, then, well, it’s quite the party. And by party I mean the BDSM kind with floggers, chains, and whips, which despite my jokes, I do not enjoy.