5 today. I occasionally have days where it goes to 9.5 rather suddenly making me feel impulsive.
My SN is on the way, it is held up due to strikes in the UK. I think about ending my life every day, and nothing will make the thought of ending my life comfortable.
Besides this fear/discomfort, I occasionally have bouts of hope for around what life could be like in the future, things like; somehow pulling through and being successful, working out and having a nicer body, being in a relationship and having sex, etc…
Without this discomfort or these bouts of hope, I would be constantly hovering at an 8.