How do you, in a world where there are kids who don't have potable water or any nutrient-providing food, type out on a computer, phone or tablet the ways you want to cease being and then submit via the Internet this same writing? Yet this where I find myself over and over again. I don't know why I find this so much more therapeutic than going to an actual shrink. Other than knowing myself well enough to know even if I found myself lying on a psychologist's (or psychiatrist's) couch I wouldn't actually talk about the really-reallys. I would tiptoe around whatever the real issues are. I would avoid eye contact. I would rattle off some issue that is an issue, but isn't the Issue.
Seeing a shrink requires an extra dose of trust. A dose of trust I have with precious few friends let alone a complete stranger.