So, finally after weeks of planning and deliberating the date is approaching. The plan is perfect. Virtually fool proof. Tomorrow is the day that I chose all those months ago as the day that I would escape all of the pain and turmoil. The things is I still get about an hours worth of 'maybe everything will be okay' a day. Is that enough to make me want to keep on living? Probably not to be honest. I always said that I would never do it if I wasn't 100 % sure. Is being 100% sure 23 hours a day enough? Ugh.