One of the more helpful and insightful things I’ve seen about depression/suicide in the last couple of days.
Pretty sure that if you read Lemony Snicket as a kid you were better prepared for life, growing up and adulthood than anyone else. Those books didn’t shit you. They literally went on about how life wasn’t fair and how many cruel and horrible people there are in the world that you would encounter. But they also told you about the precious and important things you had to cling to, and how easily these things were to lose. Learning this shit when you were 10 was the best goddamn life lesson anyone ever gave me