THE PAIN OF DEPRESSION

 There are many reasons why our loved ones died by suicide, but mostly because of the pain they suffered. As William Styron wrote in Darkness Visible, "The pain of severe depression is quite unimaginable to those who have not suffered it, and it kills in many instances because its anguish can no longer be borne."

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