I’m telling you this as someone who in the past would say you want to kill yourself you’ll bloody well do it, there is no such thing as a failed suicide attempt

A year ago today I tried to drown myself in the bath. I chose that method because I didn’t want it to look like suicide.

It was a Saturday, I came home from work on Friday believing I was taking off a clerical shirt for the last time. The following morning I went to Tesco’s and acted perfectly normally. There was a conversation about the persecution I felt I was under,

but I acted perfectly normally, until 11.24am when I was home alone.

I tried twice to kill myself, neither time was successful (obvs), I have no recollection of getting out of the bath at all.

When my wife came home I was sitting on the bed with just a towel.

As she called ‘hello’ I called back ‘hi-ya’ in a nice jovial fashion, I said nothing.

A year on Tuesday (18th) coming, after a few chats with my wife and two good mates (no disclosure of what I had tried, to anyone) I rang the doctors. The doctor rang me back ten minutes later.

We were on the phone for almost an hour. She talked me into, among much else, medication.

It had its side effects but hey, I’m here to tell you about it.

Please, never judge a suicide. Believe me, something takes over and you just crack on with it as best you can

In my case I failed, to be frank I consider that to be God’s way of telling me to sod off (Not now Tone) but with this in mind the work of the likes of @BlokesClub is vital (in the true etymology of the word)

It’s interesting that those who I consider to be my three persecutors, one of whom I have proven to be a liar, seem oblivious to the parousia