Mid last year, when I hit the absolute lowest point in my life, I had my first brush with feelings of suicide. It was a shock because it was something I had never even remotely considered previously - it was "not me".
Since then those feelings have been recurring with increasing frequency. I am now at a point where "ending my life" seems a viable option when considering possibilities and contingencies.
I have accepted I will spend the rest of my life dealing with and fighting those feelings.
And today... has been a particularly bad.