There was a time, earlier this year, when my girlfriend and I were lying in bed talking about her depression. She was in the middle of her second bout, six years after the first. She was describing how she felt and mentioned she had been having "suicidal thoughts". Trying to untie the sudden knot in my stomach and remain calm, I asked her what this involved. She said, "Knives. Mainly fantasies about knives."
-Vice
