Picture Wiley Coyote digging in his claws to delay plummeting to the canyon floor

     Surely you've all seen the Roadrunner cartoons--we loved them as kids.  Wiley Coyote was forever getting a new Acme product in the mail with which he could finally, once and for all, vanquish the Roadrunner.  At least, that was how it was supposed to work.  The super-duper roadrunner-killing machine always backfired, leaving Wiley clinging to the canyon wall for a few gut-wrenching seconds before spiraling down what looked like a hundred miles to the bottom of the pit.  But in every episode Wiley miraculously avoided death to plot the Roadrunner's capture once again.  Wiley was amazingly resilient and persistent.  All the audience ever saw of the Roadrunner was a big speedy bird blithely zooming his way through all the snares set by Wiley.  Wiley's strategems only ever caught Wiley.
     I try everything that's suggested to me to vanquish the depression.  I keep ordering that depression-killing Acme kit.  The more I try to fight the depression, the more depressed I become because it is proved to me that nothing works.  Nothing works except to ensnare me deeper into the depression.  If I'd had a physical disease for eight years that caused me constant, unrelenting, excruciating pain that was visible for all to see, no one would think me selfish for wanting to die.  I would be able to tell the people I love goodbye; maybe even have some help in dying and not have to worry about the future harm my dying would cause my children. 
     I am tired of this continual battle, but the cartoon's director insists on more and more episodes.  He promises a feature-length show to be released directly to DVD and profits for everyone!