Yesterday night, morning i felt terrible depressed, very suicidal.
Today was a nice, quiet day, i felt good, took a long walk, and made scallopine for dinner.
Tomorrow I might wake up in a hole again.
When I have a depressive attack, I wish I was better at remembering that no emotion lasts forever.
Not even happiness.
(the three last sentences almost sounds like a poem by @everhopeful)