Mental health

I’m now accepting my fate and where it’s lead me to. I’m a week shy of 42, I’ve left so many scars, hurt and anger behind me due to my actions over my lifetime. My mental health has been shot since the day I fatefully took my first breath which I wish had never happened. I’ve decided as of today that I’ll request all future Dr and Mental Health Appointment is over the phone, I don’t want to be seen in public and feel sacred and wary to go out. I’m just accepting that over the coming years I’ll thankfully never wake up, at least my funeral has started to be paid for. I’ll be frank - horrible, mentally unstable, anger issues, distrust, lack of confidence and I may as well be sent to Broadmore. I’m just going to live outside my days until they take me, hopefully at the age of 55 or 57 like my mum’s parents or if they take away any of my benefit, I won’t be asking for any help and will instead a quiet and remote place where nobody can find me. I’ve put the brakes on getting an assistance dog, to bring it into my messed up life. I’m going to say goodbye and so wish you all good luck:

Hi Albus to be honest I’m not sure as I have rarely looked at my phone or checked my emails. I’m just zoned out and shut down at this present time just keeping a low profile and not really speaking to folk.