Depression can be as simple as a kitchen knife. An item used everyday to help us throughout the day. A kitchen knife that was used to cut meats, vegetables, and help us prepare dinner. A kitchen knife that was a gift. A kitchen knife that was the only knife in the kitchen for a short period of time. A kitchen knife that helped nurture us by helping us provide food for the evening.

A kitchen knife that was used on one harrowing night in an attempt to end one’s life. That kitchen knife is now no longer the same kitchen knife as it had once been. Instead of a simple tool to help cook, each time it’s picked up again, it’s a reminder of that one night. That one night of an extremely awful lapse in judgment and willpower. It’s no longer just a kitchen knife anymore. It’s a kitchen knife and a reminder of an attempt to end a life.

Months go by, a year goes by, and it is still never just a kitchen knife again.

A singular night can change a person’s life, a person’s perspective on household items, and a specific time of the night.

A simple household staple may never be looked at the same again