I just watched a movie about a boy who committs suicide (interesting choice considering the poem I wrote, and my own state of mind, although I'm not there yet). Anyway he goes to this place in Heaven that is just for people who committed suicide, and the most ironic part of it all is that the "Heaven" is just as miserable as regular life on Earth.This movie, along with a lecture I heard today on...

Everyone deals with depression differently. I am not sure how I have been dealing with it, I suppose I have been trying to avoid it by just hoping it will get better on its own. It seems clear now however, that it wont just get better on its own, it has been going on for far too long. I am not sure if writing will help, but it seems worth a try. I feel as if I will almost try anything at this...