Who needs a quick wholesome story break?

So I grew up in the middle of nowhere, Ohio. My house was in the center of a bunch of neighboring cornfields.

We didn't get girl scouts, encyclopedia salesfolks, knife sharpening, or proselytizers. I read about some of the door-to-door stuff in books, but I had never seen an ice cream truck.

One day, I heard music, and my mom looked out the window, and did something strange and rare (we didn't have a lot growing up).

She handed us money from her purse and said, "RUN."

Here's something nobody asked for! A thread on what it's like to have chronic suicidal ideation, for me, right now.

Warning: sucidality, depression. Mute if you're not doin' okay.
Remember help is out there.
suicideprevention.wikia.org/wiki/Internati… -A lot of the time I smile and get out of bed and get things done! But while I’m “functioning:”
-I spend a huge amount of time monitoring my own thoughts
-I worry about when the next episode will happen