Of recent days I have been far too ill to sit at the computer, and too depressed to socialize. ‘Slet’ the word means delete in Danish, and describes to me exactly what I feel for life, yes if only I could be deleted. A fit of terrible depression grips me, more crushing than ever before. Dark thoughts seek to blot out every vestige of light. My much hoped for freedom bid in tatters, Master’s words vindicated ring in my ears.