It's been at least a month since I've thought about suicide. I think I may have finally beaten back my depression. I seriously wish I could've gotten anti-depressants like two years ago. Or, you know, in high school when I wrote a poem about someone hanging themself and my teacher warned me that I couldn't write things like that or he'd have to report me to a counselor. Which just told me that I should hide it better. I still wonder sometimes how my life might be different if instead of warning me, he'd tattled instead, and maybe I could've gotten help almost a decade earlier than I did.Anyway, I'm doing better at my job, since I have more...