It's slightly reassuring to look back through old journal entries and realise that I am always suicidal in January.
It's the start of the year thing, I think, and the prospect of a whole year stretching ahead of me just like the last one. I am aware this is the opposite of the cult of New Year optimism, but that's where I am. Alternating between fine and the suspicion that my whole life may continue to progress as it has for the past ten years and wondering what I would do to quiet that thought.
One month until I can go home again.
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