Olives, maybe you should start a support thread; there are a lot of us here who will gladly help you carry your burdens as much as we can. 
I’ve been thinking… this is the Pit, and we could react to suicidal thoughts the way we do everything-- with sarcasm:
“Okay, I’ve been doing some research and it is NOT darkest just before the dawn. It’s 24 lumens darker at 3 am. You suck at analogies. And the Weather Lab at the U. of Strasbourg disproved the presence of silver linings in cumulo-stratus clouds”.
But seriously, olives, stay with us. When I was planning on ending it all, the thing that kept me from stepping over the edge was "I really shouldn’t make a major decision like this when I’m tired and depressed, so I’ll wait til I’m doing better and can rationally weigh the options."
Now when I’m depressed, I make a list of stupid little things that I’ll appreciate when I get my will to live back: **Chocolate Covered Strawberries, xkcd comics, watermelons, mocking jerks in Pit threads, small town carnivals, clouds just after sunset, Jack Russell Terriers… **
And I think: what if I missed the next cute dog, the next sunset?
You will get that will to live back. So don’t do any damage to yourself or others in the meantime.
Please don’t! I’d miss you here.
Everybody: Quit using “2” instead of “to” when you type. If you want to do it when you’re texting, that’s OK, but when you’re not texting, don’t do it!
Oh, and get off my lawn. I need a nap. Geez, I’m old.
y u mad, bro?
…let me just say that if I’d OD’d myself like I wanted to that night when I was 12 I would have never got to see my favourite band of all time from the 3rd row 18 years later. I would also have never met my cats, dogs, and best friend and I certainly would have never met my wonderful husband who gave me my Las Vegas dream wedding.
THINGS WILL GET BETTER. One day in the future you’ll look back and think “Damn, I got through that? I’m awesome.” HANG IN THERE.
Disgusting putrid nastyvores:
If you use the green scrubby at the communal sink to clean your dishes, rinse it the fuck out. I went to clean yogurt off my spoon this morning, and the goddamn scrubby was packed with…um…maybe potatos? Mashed up rice? Whatever it was, you are a slovenly, inconsiderate twat.
But love, if you do that it’s gonna be a bitch for the coroner!
I’m sorry you’re having an extra-bad time.
And while you’re at it, clean all that shit out of the sink instead of just leaving it in there. My God, the crud I’ve seen in work sinks…(and not when I was a dishwasher, either).
Wow. Thanks everybody for your wonderful outpouring of support. I’ve been doing a little better. Within the next hour I expect to receive a call offering me a job, and I know that will help a lot. We know it’s temporary. We’ll get through it… one day at a time.
The atmosphere at work today is very sad, indeed. Our new CEO keeps strategically shrinking the company. Several people I would call, if not friends, then very friendly co-workers, are being shitcanned. One guy was on my training team. He was recently promoted from the job I have to a new position, and now he’s getting the boot. He just bought a house last year. I wish I could volunteer to be laid off instead of him and let him take back his old job, but it doesn’t work that way. 
Another woman, who used to be a manager, has been a fixture in this department for nearly 2 decades. And now she’s being escorted off the premises. I have difficulty believing this is really happening. :(
March 31st today, guys. You know what that means - new mini-rant thread for April! WooHoo!
How about “April Foolishness - Mini-rants A-Go-Go.”?
“The Universe has pranked me! (April Mini rants)”
Not really a rant, just a sad. My grandma (Dad’s mom) had to move into an assisted living apartment a few months ago. She’s nearly 90 and is too frail to live on her own anymore. My dad is gone, so it’s falling to my uncle to clear out Grandma’s house and get it ready to sell. She moved what she could to her apartment but there’s just not enough room for everything.
Today my sister and I went over to help move a few boxes and take the stuff Grandma wants us to have.
Seeing all of Grandma’s stuff in boxes ready to be taken to the Goodwill really broke me up. None of the stuff being donated is valuable, that stuff is staying with her or going to others in the family. I now have her antique hope chest, her silver flatware, and her Nativity set sitting in my living room.
But there was so much other stuff that I hate to see go. I don’t have room for it either, I barely have room for the stuff I took. It’s dumb that I’m upset about it, it’s just stuff. Like the goofy, oh-so-tacky mushroom shaped mail sorter that hung on her kitchen wall since 1960 or so. Or the 1970’s era clock that sat on her coffee table. This stuff was just always there, and now it’s not.
At least I still have Grandma. I know the stuff doesn’t matter. The house doesn’t matter.
I don’t know if I feel better after typing this or not…
Dr. Girlfriend, your post really reminded me of my feelings as we auctioned off my mother and father’s things, along with two other generations’ worth of stuff from the house. I have hanging on the wall in my laundry room a wooden thing (no idea what to call it) that my great-uncle carved in his woodworking class. It hung on the wall in the washroom in my grandparents’ house which then became our house etc. It looks a little odd in our 2010-built house but it brings a little of that 1865-built house along with me.
Belated love from across the pond for you from me too olives. Hope that call came though, and with a bigger paycheck than you expected 
This is such good advice. I think that it should be put on a tshirt and on billboards. Don’t make major life decisions when depressed and tired.
Olives, I hope the job offer comes in and that the stress will go away.
SnakesCatLady, how are you? I know that you have some major stress going on and now this has happened. You are in my thoughts.
On Monday, I’m going to prank my boss. My clerk will be blamed for it because he’s the one who usually does pranks and practical jokes. I’m the one who never does that sort of thing, so nobody will blame me.
Still stressed out…I’m actually thinking about going to the doctor and asking for drugs. I already have insomnia and I haven’t slept more than 2 hours at a time since Wednesday.
And how in the world does ONE page of a scrapbook go missing? I had the pages all neatly stacked, ready to be put in the sleeves and into the book. One of the Christmas party pages has vanished. Grrrr…I do not need more stress right now.
Thanks. It literally saved my life.
Any word yet?
There’s a song by the Hothouse Flowers called “It’ll Be Easier In The Morning” that I love - that is such a good message. When you’re down and depressed and feel like crap, you usually do feel better the next morning.
(I would link to the song, but Youtube is being stupid. You can find it if you like - the videos are there.)