The beauty of that is that when you are alone, you feel the exact opposite. The world moves around you, and you get to see its workings without anyone else blocking the view. It’s almost like you’ve snuck into the backroom of some grand theatre to watch a rehearsal.
Then the S word drops into my mind like a nugget of shame: suicide. Am I suicidal? Is it possible to be suicidal if you have to question how suicidal you possibly are?
Don’t take boiling hot showers or baths.
In the moment, you’re never sorry. It’s not until you’ve had time, possibly too much time.