OMG!!!
I said that exact same thing about 10 years ago.
I was in jail and hadn't had my medication is a few days and was filled with anxiety and remorse and a bunch of other negative stuff and I was just in a living hell that wouldn't stop. It just kept getting worse.
I was actually sizing up the little block wall that separates the toilet from the bed and getting reved up to smash my head into it as hard as I could.
I mean something had to give and apparently my skull was on the block.
Well eventually I got some medication and that got me through til I was released and then I got a doctor, a shrink and a counselor and started to mend some issues that had been building up for years and years.
But yeah ... wanted and was gearing up to smash my head into a brick wall.
