The red flag days are the days I wish I were dead.
Not that I plan to commit suicide, wish to commit suicide, or want to act on this thought at all.
I simply wish I were dead.
I find that very sad.
That anyone would wish they were dead.
Especially for me when I believe just a few acts of kindness would turn that around.
But I can’t count on others right? So I have to just buck up and rely on me to give myself a reason to want to go on living.
Well, some days that’s harder than others. Those are the red flag days.
Today, I see no hope, I see no purpose, and I just wish I were dead.
Today, is a red flag day.