Dear KY - I wasn't aware that Heath Ledger was diagnosed with depression. Be that as it may, I know a lot of people with depression commit or attempt suicide. I myself have tried twice, once when I was a teenager and again when I was about twenty. The first one was more a bid for attention. The second one, I really wanted to go.
So. I know about depression. Some of my best friends are depressed.
But I also know that it is possible to survive bouts of suicidal ideation, as the professionals and smart-ass bloggers like to call it.
One very memorable time was, oddly enough, after I'd just come back from a lovely, lovely vacation. I had taken an extra day or two off work and I spent those two days sitting on my couch. At the worst of it, I held my hands together under my knees. There was a clock in front of me and I watched it tick past minute after minute. There. There was an hour when I didn't kill myself. And another hour. And another hour.
If you go back and read the saga of the Cheesehead Christmas, you will see that I have had to deal with an extremely, morbidly depressed person. I didn't do so well at it.
The point is, thousands of people survive those thoughts every day. If he was depressed, all he had to do was wait a day or two or even a week and merely the fact that the world revolves would have changed something, maybe something that made a difference in his life, however small.
That is why I was stupid when I was suicidal and my friend Emma was stupid when she was suicidal and her mother was stupid when she tried to kill herself. There's no thought, there's just an overwhelming, all-encompassing blackness. It will go away eventually.
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