Well. I knew something was going to end today. Don't ask me how I know, I just knew the 20th was going to be that day. I've felt this way for just over a month.

Turns out I was right.

My partner of 22 years has decided that she wants to end our relationship.

And here I thought it might be my last day, seeing how my depression has been getting worse.

I guess in a way it is my last day. But not what I had planned on.

Don't worry, I'm not a danger to myself. In fact, there's a kind of peace.