It seems to me as if I have a "self-destruct" button that somehow is getting
all to easily accessed and pressed by almost anyone. My life is wasted
because the NHS still treats me like a joke and my total depressed/gutted
feeling is crippling me.
I don't mind the voices, it's the totally disproportionate depression that's
killing me.
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Lightclock
And if you tolerate this what use is a telephone?