Look To The Living, Love Them, And

Every Seventeen Minutes In America, Someone Commits Suicide. Mostly, I Have Been Impressed By How Little Value Our Society Puts On Saving The Lives Of Those Who Are In Such Despair As To Want To End Them. It Is A Societal Illusion That Suicide Is Rare. It Is Not.

No Amount Of Love Can Cure Madness Or Unblacken One's Dark Moods. Love Can Help, It Can Make The Pain More Tolerable, But, Always, One Is Beholden To Medication That May Or May Not Always Work And May Or May Not Be Bearable

Anybody Who's Had To Contend With Mental Illness - Whether It's Depression, Bipolar Illness Or Severe Anxiety, Whatever - Actually Has A Fair Amount Of Resilience In The Sense That They've Had To Deal With Suffering Already, Personal Suffering.

People Are More Impulsive And They Get Slightly Less Impulsive As They Get Older And The Impulsiveness Interacting With The Depression Is Particularly Devastating And Lethal, Potentially Lethal.

The Complexities Of What We Are Given In Life Are Vast And Beyond Comprehension.