You know Buzz...I have been feeling shitty here lately myself. Random bits of depression with thoughts of suicide sprinkled on top. And I can tell you that nothing snaps me out of it better than sitting down with a piece of paper and writing the most horrifyingly depressing (but realistic) story I can come up with. And once you have that, go and smoke a cigarette and forget about the story. Then go back and read it and say to yourself, "Well, at least I don't have whore myself out just so I can get the heroin I need to kill all the physical and emotional pain I have from the AIDS I got because some stupid asshole didn't use a condom knowing full well that he had HIV."

Or maybe there are some family or friends that can remind you that life isnt all that bad. But if worse comes to worse, youve got a friend in Jesus.