In 1998 a really powerful movie came out "What Dreams May Come." It was about a family who was dealt a bad hand really. In the end a husband, who was in a fatal car crash, crosses the afterlife to find his wife, who had committed suicide. The actor in the movie? Robin Williams.
Robin Williams yesterday lost a battle with depression through suicide. The same thing he fought against in that movie. "What Dreams May Come" changed my view on suicide. It gave the "easy way out" a dirty looking face. It called it out for what it is.
But sometimes that's what gets us right? The very thing that we fight against, the thing we expose. Or sometimes we fight it, we beat it, and years later it rears it's angry head. We put on a happy face and make everything seem fine.
Depression doesn't have to be the end game. The little foxes, whatever they are, doesn't have to be the end game. National Suicide Lifeline can help. Prayer can help. Friends can help. Find a trusted person and reach out, take off the mask and be real. You don't have to do this alone, the rocky parts don't have to be the end game.