Hi Anita

I was and am scared of dying myself, when I learnt about death, I remember I asked my sister what she thought it was and she had said “it’s nothing, just blackness forever” and I would go lay in bed close my eyes, lie as still as I could and imagine that forever. I used to feel ill and the only way I would feel better was to go sit on the stairs so i was near my family – bad nights I’d say i felt sick and my mum would let me sit up a bit longer with them.

I’m scared of me dying now, but also my family like the added pressure.

I think that may be putting pressure on me to want to enjoy life, but how can I when we’re stuck working 5 days a week in boring jobs? I try to do as much as we can on the weekends, but it’s not enough knowing I’ll be spending 70% of my time in an office

Hi Anita, I’m afraid I don’t quite understand what you mean?

Hi Mark, I just get so bored with walking so quickly, I wish we had a dog to give me a purpose to go out, currently I don’t feel too safe going to walks on my own after being spooked by some local lads, I’d have to take my husband along but by the time he gets home he just wants to eat and relax

I can’t pinpoint when it started, I used to be a very happy person. Lately it just builds up and up inside me until I can’t take any more and I end up just bursting out crying. Last night was one of those times, except normally once I’ve cried I’ve finished, and I usually feel some small relief. But last night I just couldn’t stop crying it was a constant stream. Nothing entertains me anymore, I’m just so bored of everything