Live to tell the Tale

Too many suicides. Even one is too many but I understand suicide. Sadly, I get it. I have been there in my emotions and thoughts many times. I'll say "I want to die, I want to cut off my head" then I'll take a long walk or a long swim and write in my journal. Sometimes the dreaded feeling lasts weeks, months but I continue. There's a part of me that wants to live to tell the tale. My salvation is my dog and my public library and my little City where I walk each day and howdy people. They have stories to tell me and I listen. It's a beautiful thing. By the time I am back in my kitchen I am writing like mad, feeling a little better, baking loaves of bread.