For me, it’s not just pictures. It’s books and videos and games and clothing and objects… everywhere I look, see, or hear lately have been evoking some depressing feeling in me. Even things that should normally make me happy have turned sour.
Thoughts of suicide are almost constant. When I think about the consequences of actions I take, I think about how it won’t matter when I’m dead.
I tell people it’s a very bad thing for me to be alone. I ask for help. Yet I am still alone.