I could party all weekend and think nothing of it. I could live on a couple of hours sleep a night. My only concerns were drinking a little too much and making myself a little bit sick! Now I'm faced with a long list of hazards that I'd never needed to consider before..
Unfortunately this isn't a travel blog post, this is the story of my suicide disease. I'm going to start at the second to last day of our holiday, when I realised that my teeth were starting to hurt a bit.
I have never been ashamed to admit that I've needed counselling before. To be honest, I'd think it was pretty strange if someone was diagnosed with incurable chronic pain and didn't feel depressed, or scared, or something along those lines.
On a Sunday evening, instead of taking my normal 40mg dose of the medication, I took 20mg. I took my normal dose of pregabalin and then waited to fall asleep.. and the sleep never came!