Hope? I have none. I continue on through the power of avoidance and denial. If I stop to think about things it turns into suicidal thoughts, so I just do my damnedest not to think.

From the perspective of someone who generally would prefer not to exist, because I don’t trust my brain to make that decision. How we perceive reality can vary incredibly from it, suicide can seem not only an appropriate response to your situation but the only way to escape it one day, only to have the next day feel nowhere near as bad. In short, requiring other people’s input and approval on your decision to die is a good thing. Medical assistance in dying SHOULD be legal and available everywhere, but it’s important to make sure it’s actually appropriate.

Only men are stretchy enough to fit melons up their ass, and women have to stick with more mundane phallic vegetables?