That's when I knew it was over...Nice and simple this week. Just tell us the exact moment you knew that relationship, that job or that penchant for custard-dipped young boys was over.
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chthonic, Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
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The early stuff was not enough...the heavy drinking every night to get some sleep, the ongoing depression about my job looking after desktops and servers for a community organisation. Nope, the personal fragmentations didn't send me the message.
It wasn't until the fourth or fifth night of a bizarre dream sequence which had me cataloguing all the possible suicide venues and methods in my town, that I got the hint.
It was the morning after I'd dreamed about jumping off the large shopping complex near work.
That same morning a woman did a similar leap inside the complex, and ended her troubles.
I got the message and quit. Ironically, the organisation is involved in suicide prevention and counselling.
Apols for length, but this is the first time I've stuck it in here.
(, Thu 28 Jul 2005, 8:22, Reply)
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