I know what it is like to suffer from depression. It is an illness of the brain. And depression kills...it is the leading reason for suicide. I've been suicidal. I overdosed on medication when I was 19 years old and almost died. My mother and grandfather both killed themselves. Depression runs in my family. Now I'm 46 and I'm glad I'm alive. Even when life is difficult, I'm thankful for the years I have lived since age 19, years that I might have missed if I had died then. *I would have missed being Marc's wife and Gabe's mother. I would have missed so many happy times. I will have to take antidepressants for the rest of my life. I'm just thankful that they work. So I can say, if anyone thinks of killing themselves, don't do it...call a friend, call 911, call your doctor...call someone. You don't know how much your family and friends will miss you if you die. How they'll wonder what they could have said or done to stop you. How every year your birthday and date of death will renew the grief and anger they feel. Depression is an illness. Medication works. Therapy works. Friends help. Exercise helps. Don't give up, don't give in...live another day as best you can. Life is precious. Please don't throw it away. In memory of David Marcus, Marcia Hanna, and Harold Fricke.