That's right on the nose. The straw that breaks the camel's back can be something so small and unimportant to anyone, but it becomes the whole world in the mind of the suicidal.
Yep. I remember one spectacularly self-destructive decision I made back in my pre-medication days. It was because my ex-girlfriend gave me the cat we’d raised together. She said she didn’t want anything that I’d had a part in living in her house. Sounds dumb, right? To my addled mind, however, it was like the entire Universe giving me the Finger. The aftereffects of the bad decision I made in the wake of getting back that cat still linger to this day.
(The cat was crushed by a guy in a van in front of our house a few weeks later, incidentally. The son-of-a-bitch smashed her flat and didn’t even slow down to see what he’d hit.)
Depression KILLS. I thank God there are drug therapies available today that make life possible for people with depressive disorders.