This post was originally going to be automated, titled my name and the numbers: 1987-2015. It was also going to contain a long letter explaining the reasons for that.
Instead in the last moments I had myself escorted to, and voluntary checked in to a psychiatric ward.
This site is often therapy for me and I hope to return shortly- however my brain has been in no condition to deal with things right now.
Humour helps, so I will say that it’s a shame that letter will never be made public, because apparently it’s eloquent and beautiful (according to various psychiatric staff). Just my luck; I write a true tour de force, and it’s a suicide note.