Day Five: A day you thought about ending your own life
Every time I stand on a subway platform-which is several times a week. It's not a serious depression ridden thought-more of a vague impulse that I remind my muscles not to listen to. I like life, I don't want to end it, but I do occasionally have vaguely depressed/suicidal thoughts that pass through my brain. When they happen, I remind myself of how much I have to live for and how much I'd hurt other people in ending my life.