I have decided it is time to begin thinking about my Plan B, the one for my farewell. There are times I feel alive, but when I experience my down moments, increasingly they’ve become harder to bounce back from. The first few times at least I had the support of friends. But through the years, friends have migrated, some have grown apart, while others simply left me. Who could blame them? It is toilsome dealing with people like me. I would avoid me if I were somebody else.

I’m growing tired and old to keep on fighting myself and feeling this way and I certainly don’t want to burden anyone anymore.