I contemplated it so long. So often. I thought of every conclusion. Basically I figured my friends and family and coworkers and whoever might be sad but they’ll get over it. I don’t think my parents would have though. I just didn’t have it in me to ruin their lives. I tried every solution to fix my depression I could. I tried drugs, drinking, praying, therapy, hell I even got myself jumped a couple times just to feel a different kind of distracting pain. One day it hit me that I should try working out again. So I started working out, the goal was just to kick me own ass till I was too tired to care. Eventually it sorta fixed the problem. Now it’s more a background thing. I always tell anyone who’s going through it try exercise but nobody thinks it’ll work. They want the easy solution. It doesn’t seem like the obvious answer but if you got nothing to lose then why wouldn’t you atleast try it