Now for the honesty bit. I've had hundreds of suicidal moods over the years but always been too phobic about pain to do anything about them. In recent months I've been able to visualise myself taking all my pills at once, even slashing my wrists. Thinking about death has always been an abtract thing for me cos deep down I knew I would never actually go through with it but now I feel that I COULD and that one day soon I actually MIGHT. So now I'm forced to be honest with myself and decide once and for all WHETHER OR NOT I WANT TO GO ON LIVING.
There's so much I would miss. Even now when I feel utterly awful I'm listening to music and getting some small pleasure out of it. Although I can't write when I'm depressed (ok, I'm writing this, but I mean working on my novels) I can still make music and that's the most fun thing I've ever done in my life. The one thing that's always kept me going is he chance that I could one day achieve my ultimate dream - earning a living from my writing, music and comedy. I don't want to be rich and famous, just earn enough to pay the rent and bills and live my quiet little life and pursue my creative ambitions. Since I began self publishing my books I have sold a very small number but it feels good. I've had 11,000 downloads of my free book 'Positive Thinking and The Meaning of Life' and some nice comments on it and that feels really good.
Whatever awfulness I have to go through in the immediate future, I'm very happy being on my own and now feel that it is a realistic possibility that I can actually make it and live the life I've always wanted since I was 7. Oh, I appear to have answered my own question: OF COURSE I DON'T WANT TO DIE

So, the next question is, where now? How do I live my life, keep myself going and cope with all the shit I feel from my depression, chronic pain, insomnia and eczema? Well, based on how much better I've begun to feel during the last few minutes, writing a diary on here seems to be one of the things I should do. Even though I'm a writer I've never really seen the point of blogging but maybe on this forum I've found my audience (my fellow fucked-up people!). I will try to write on here every day for a while and see how it goes and how I feel about how it goes. I will also try to be painfully honest with myself, something I studiously avoid every day of my life. It's worked today so I'll force myself to be honest with myself (and anyone who reads this) at least once a day.
Thank you, Paul, for the podcast and this forum. Most medical treatment I've had has been worse than useless but this whole thing you've created is amazingly useful for me.
Right then, I'm going to get up off my sofa, dust myself down, make a cup of tea and then go for a walk in the pouring rain. I love going out when there's nobody around and it's dark and quiet. Hopefully I'll feel up to doing some writing later. I've just thought of a brilliant title for my latest novel and can't wait to finish it and get it out there. HOW COULD I HAVE SERIOUSLY THOUGHT OF ENDING MY LIFE WHEN I HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR??? Oh yes, it's my depression fucking with my head again...