My depression has returned and the doctor gave me pills to take to help with it but I won't actually be taking them. I don't trust any anti-depressant pills as they cause people to have suicidal thoughts anyway. My cat named Nyx knows something's off with me and has been more cuddly than ever. She won't leave my side at all. I've been sleeping more often than I usually do and feel bad that the chickens and ducks aren't getting taken care of as they should. I think they also know something's wrong because one of them stood by my side while I was sitting on a chair watching them walk around the yard. Don't worry, I would never kill myself though. I would rather live as long as I can and I hope to live to be over 100 years old even though it's not possible.