Day 5

A time you thought about ending your own life.

Way easy - never. I'm a glass half-full person, who has been lucky enough to have very little darkness in her life. I have four of my five (grandma married twice) grandparents alive, all of my friends are alive and well and have never been hospitalised for accidents or disease (bar the usual childhood illnesses etc), and I've been lucky enough to live mostly comfortably financially for my entire life. There is a reason after all I have a four-leaf clover in mind for a tattoo.

I've never gotten the point of killing yourself. I understand the clinical side of it - depression is caused by vcarious chemical reactions in the brain (don't ask me to name them - it's been a long time since I studied it). I don't understand the actuality of it. My dad has depression, and so do two of my aunts. I suspect my mum and one of my uncles too but that jsut may be me.

I simply can't wrap my brain around the idea that its better to stop feeling forever instead of trying just one more time. I'm also horrendously stubborn on occasion too, so it's probably never going to make much sense. I just think that there should be more to help people with it, but then I think that society as a whole should be doing more to help people.

So yeah, can't actually describe a time, as its never happened, I'm very lucky to say.