Very late 2019 I checked myself into a psychiatric ward due to suicidal ideation.

With the two year anniversary passing recently been giving thought about what I have accomplished since I could have taken my life:

* Lost the person who understood me, the only person I have ever really loved.
* Now see a psychiatrist and psychologist multiple times a month.
* To have some stability I need to take 8 pills a day.
* My financial situation is infinitely worse.

So essentially, I have just gone backwards.

Not a great feeling.