As someone who has clinical depression, before it was treated, I admit I had considered suicide. But the thought of people having to clean up after me - and really, death is a very messy thing - made me reconsider. It was more that I was desperate to disappear and stop messing things up for everyone else than a desire to actually die.
Its a funny thing, depression. Desire diminishes to a point where nothing matters, time stands still and logic ceases to make sense. Now that I’m on anti-depressants, I still find myself laughing or crying for no reason - a very frustrating thing when you’re in the middle of Target. But at least I can now deal with the day to day, love, lust, experience glee, happiness and contentment.
Really, that’s all one can ask, isn’t it?
