So many mornings I reach my hand towards the sky and ask God to take me. Like Gayle says, I guess he's not ready yet. Late last year I was having some GI problems and I hoped that it was something terminal. It wasn't. I'm still here. I was hospitalized shortly thereafter for suicidal thoughts. That hospital stay was the worst 7 days of my life. My logic about wanting to die is that I really just want the depression to end, and sadly, it seems interminable.