The veil between life and death is paper thin and fear alone is sometimes all that keeps the two apart. And yet fear alone is sometimes enough to cause someone to try to leap from one side to the other. Personally I tend to think it's wishful thinking to believe there is an end to shame or suffering beyond that papier screen. Anyway. I'm of an age where people may worry about me suddenly taking my life, but to be quite honest, the risky time for that was the entire last fourty years of my life and particularly the year I turned 40. So you know, most of the things you would need to say to a person, or which they would themselves need to say, in order to avert suicide, in my case have already been said. I could do with a long term change of government along with a radical improvement in welfare and mental health policy with some prince charming style cash behind it and some grim high profile commissar to kick the shit out of the tabloid press and so on, but in general, if I look like a suicide risk it's because I'm always crying out in pain and crying hot tears and telling people where and when to fuck off. But all of that...Makes me...LESS of a suicide risk. It's the ones who always refuse to accept that life has its sad side you want to watch out for. Well. Watch out for everyone, but don't mistake my animal howls of despair for weakness. They are medicine.
