Several months ago, I wrote about a friend of a friend who killed herself. Earlier today, I heard that her sister also committed suicide.
I can only imagine what their family is going through.
Living with depression is like living with a perpetual dark cloud. No matter how joyous an occasion maybe, no matter how proud you maybe after reaching a goal that you have worked hard for, depression will always find a way to rain on your joy.
Depression is not a one size fits all disease. Everyone who suffers deals with it differently. Some can function reasonably and go about their daily lives. Others become hermits and become encompassed in their fear.
While I cannot speak for either woman, I know what it is like. I understand what it is to wake up in an emotional fog and think about the only way to finally end the pain.
Sometimes it is the only choice.