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Originally Posted by Sundae
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My suicidal thoughts ballooned until I could think of nothing else.
I was terrified if I called a heathcare professional they would commit me and I would never be allowed to leave. But if I didn't I would kill myself, which is also pretty final.
The odd thing is, it wasn't the lowest of the low of my depression, where I simply wanted to die, if only I could leave the sofa or my bed. And it wasn't the most wretched, where I believed I didn't deserve to live. But I think it was the most scary.
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That right there a some pretty plain-speaking description of the varieties of depression. Awful. I've never been that bad, but I do know it's not the sort of thing you can just jolly yourself out of.