Frownupsidedown wrote "Sometimes the thing that helps me go on is thinking how my death would affect other people I know and how hard that would be for them to deal with the aftermath."

I agree. I grew up with 3 suicides in my family with many threats and attempts by my father. The impact on the rest of the family was horrible.

When I had my first major depression, I mean the kind where I sat and stared out the window for 8 hours a day, my kids kept me going. I didn't want them to have to deal with all the fallout I did as a kid.

When enduring a major depression, I held to the idea that there was help.I just needed to stay alive long enough to find it. I guess it was kind of a leap of faith I wouldn't feel suicidal forever.

"When walking through hell, just keep walking." Churchill

Sabra