Yesterday I decided that I was going to end my life. I've never been happy in this life. The only thing that's kept me hanging on was my son. Yesterday, I felt I had finally hit my limit. Other than alcohol and food, I don't have many vices. I did research on what would be the best , easiest way to die. The general consensus was shotgun blast to the head or chest, overdosing on sleeping pills or self drowning. My son would be ok. He's in a better place with his father and I think he's learned enough from me to live a good life.
I've made a mess of this life and I just don't want to live it anymore.