Mischief wrote:

I'm only 26, but I also suffer from depression. And back in July I
am sorry to say that I was close to suicide. But one thing stopped
me.

Who would take care of my cats?

I know what you mean. I can't say I've been *really* close to suicide,
but there have been times in the past few years where I thought about
it - and worrying about my cats was the main thing that kept it in
the fantasy realm.

It's a good sign when you're worried enough about the care of your cats
that you would stay alive for them. That means you're still sufficiently
engaged in the world of the living to want to stay in it. You might have
detached from *much* of that world, but not all of it. The day a person
says they don't care what happens to their cats, or kids, or anyone else
who would be left behind, that's when you really have to worry. That's
someone who's seriously alienated and probably has few reasons to live.

Anyway, I'm glad you're feeling better now! (So am I.) Your life is
certainly full these days.

Joyce