I'm the kind of person who enjoys dangerous activities even when I'm feeling great, so I don't count stuff like that.
I've thought about it a lot lately. Came the closest I ever have about two and a half months ago.
Had a row with my wife as I was having a panic attack and she was having troubles of her own. I decided she'd be better off without me and walked off down to the river.
I was standing there, in the dark, having what I intended to be my last cigar before jumping in when it was as if a voice in my head said 'There are worse things than death and some of them are coming this way tonight. Run.'
I suddenly became convinced that something awful was abroad down there and legged it back to the house.
My wife had gone to bed, so I just sat and drank until I fell asleep.
...and that was really hard to type. I'm feeling pretty horrendous today, though, and I hope that letting that out might help?
I've thought about it a lot lately. Came the closest I ever have about two and a half months ago.
Had a row with my wife as I was having a panic attack and she was having troubles of her own. I decided she'd be better off without me and walked off down to the river.
I was standing there, in the dark, having what I intended to be my last cigar before jumping in when it was as if a voice in my head said 'There are worse things than death and some of them are coming this way tonight. Run.'
I suddenly became convinced that something awful was abroad down there and legged it back to the house.
My wife had gone to bed, so I just sat and drank until I fell asleep.
...and that was really hard to type. I'm feeling pretty horrendous today, though, and I hope that letting that out might help?