I am reminded of the importance of small kindnesses.

Nothing good comes out of depression.

There is an assumption, in attaching Puritan concepts such as 'successful' and 'unsuccessful' to the awful, final act of suicide, that those who 'fail' at killing themselves not only are weak, but incompetent, incapable even of getting their dying quite right.

I am by temperament an optimist, and I thought from the beginning that there was much to be written about suicide that was strangely heartening.

In some cases, some people do get depressed in the middle of their grief and they really need to be treated for depression.

I am reminded of the importance of small kindnesses.

I wish I could explain it so someone could understand it. I'm afraid it's something I can't put into words. There's just this heavy, overwhelming despair - dreading everything. Dreading life. Empty inside, to the point of numbness. It's like there's something already dead inside. My whole being has been pulling back into that void for months. (81)