I read somewhere that, if my depression wants to kill me that badly, it should grow some hands and feet and do so itself instead of convincing me to do it like a little bleep. This week, I've got a story time for you! Let's get into Amy Bleuel's story, why you should check in on your strong friends, and what the semicolon means to me and my friends whom I may or may not have threatened to send me audios.