Dialogues(with myself and others): Suicide

The Sitting Giant: Fransico Goyard

I am once again in despair. I feel it in my body. The lump in my throat, the chill in my bones, the listlessness, the anxiety, the shortness of breath, the sinking feeling. The only reason I haven’t killed myself stems from the fact that I tend to jump from one reason to live to another. I feel like a parasite, feeding off the energy of others in order to sustain my own vitality. I once watched a TED-talk, in which…