Not too long ago, I found myself going through what can only be described as an awful ‘rough patch’. It took a toll on my mental health to the point where I had started to research ways to end my own life. I had given up and accepted that maybe a way out doesn’t sound too bad.
It took no longer than half a second, and there I was. In front of a run-down building, faced with big, old bay windows; the pale blue paint peeling off the frames right before my eyes.