And that's the thing. Rest.
I have read all the below the belt punches to the fallen Whitney, and have wondered where the empathy - or even curiosity - is. I wonder if one needs to be a bit older, or maybe a bit more experienced to grasp some understanding of what goes through someone's mind before the state of suicide is reached, even if the suicide is slightly accidental.
There is no rest for depressed people. No sleep, no enjoyment, no satisfaction. While I have never been suicidal, I have dragged through some pretty rough emotional times. A lot of us have. And I can certainly empathize with someone who reached Whitney's state. There was, in her mind, simply nothing else to do.:(










