Although I haven't the nerve to write much at the moment, I suppose a post in the 'Welcome' is necessary. I really don't know what is important other than my constant thoughts on suicide. Perhaps some of you are beyond this stage that we are unlukily cast into, but I am not. Over the past five years or so suicide has been the overarching theme in my mind. For the last three months I thought that was over, but alas it was not. I fear that constant exposure was desensitising, and that the last quarter has weakened my tolerance. I now hold the seemingly realistic belief that when my life does end, it will be at the mercy of my own hand. I don't intend to be grim about it, but there isn't any other way to put it. I just feel that whilst the amount of thought focused on suicide may remain static, my willpower must certainly weaken eventually.