Trees. When I get suicidal thoughts, I think about trees, and how they are so much older than we are, and how scientists are discovering that they're sentient, and aware of the world around them, and how they are making some of the oxygen I'm breathing. And I can go outside and put my hand on a tree trunk, and borrow some of their strength, and say "Thank you."
I am so often astounded by nature. I think part of my horrid depression is just that it’s winter and everything looks so bleak. All the trees are bare and the ground is a mosaic of browns with sad glimpses of green.
I need spring. I need to be able to wander the woods and center myself in the earth. I want to climb a hill and wait for the sun to set so we can watch the stars twinkle into existence. I want to feel the murmurs of the forest in the wind, carrying the smell of earth that feels like home. I want to see green leaves illuminated against a stormy sky.
Hopefully, when the earth comes back to life, so will I.