Good evening. My name is Alex. For a long time I was depressed, but I’m not anymore. I do not write this thinking that I will never be depressed again. I might be. It might be worse. Much, much worse. I might kill myself. This last is not me saying I want to kill myself — quite the opposite. But one never knows. I am not so naive as to write that I will never kill myself. Who knows? I am 34. There is still quite a bit of time left.