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My son commited suicide. So, even in my worst depression, I might wish something would happen to me, but my responsibility to others and the effects upon them are unthinkable. Besides that I tell myself...well, I guess if I have to I can always go join the circus. So....in the end I have no choice, and that being the case, I might as well do anything I can to get better. And I have. I was so deeply depressed at one point, I do not want to ever go there again. I have recurrent depression. But I just work at getting healthier. One little habit at a time. And resting, repairing when needed. I try to be safe, gentle and kind to myself.
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