Like most depressives, I face suicide everyday. I stare it down daily, and so far, everyday, I've won the battle. It's very real to me, just as much a part of my life as deciding what to wear everyday. When I read about other people's suicides, it's a chance for me to not only mourn that person's death with true compassion, but also to celebrate my own decision to live that day. I value compassionate observance, what I find here. I shrink from the sensationalism of the media coverage, which only serves to hold the person up as an aberration. It makes me feel like a freak, too. So, I value your reports of suicides, Liz. It's not too much. It's just enough of what I don't find elsewhere - understanding and real feeling. Sorry, Terry. I disagree with you completely.

One of your key words must be suicide. Tragic though they may be and close to home as who amongst us grappling with depression hasn't considered it, I think you are over reporting them. We have all lost friends and are aware when a public figure does themselves in, but the suicide rate even for those depressed is very small. So I think you should reconsider the gratuitous over reporting. There are other issues to deal with such as very often suicide is selfish and cowardly. You are gone but those who loved or cared about you are still around and wonder what there role they played or you may leave children and a partner behind. Liz I know it is an issue close to your heart as you have been on the verge. Most of us have been but most of us, like you don't do it.