So here's a thought provoking idea which has been on my mind for quite a few days now, and many hours as I spend the majority of my time alone in my own mind which can drive a person to the point of madness. So this is going to be a bit brutal so reader beware!

So onto the point, putting a value on time, everybody does it. Everything from work, to artists selling their art. What it boils down to, is when you are suffering how much pain you can endure before the value of your remaining time isn't worth it.

This isn't an admission of me actioning anything just more or less venting.

My highest points bring me to a neutral point, and my darkest points, I'd rather not exist for a moment longer. Any escape from the pain I would take it.

Trying to describe what it's like to live with crippling depression every day is rather difficult, and for people who haven't experienced it, it would be a huge shock. What makes me get up every day, what still pushes me to exist.

So many questions without answers.