About 5-6 months ago I was very depressed, I didn't think about suicide, but kept wishing I was dead or that I would die in my sleep. Then all of a sudden I decided that I wanted to go paragliding, something that would have never occurred to me if I hadn't been in that state of mind; in fact someone once asked me if I would ever try it, and my answer was that I would never do it because it would be an unnecessary risk. So I bought a tandem flight and the night before going I spent like an hour on the web seeing pictures of accidents and deaths related to paragliding. I think subconsciously the twisted logic I was operating on, was that if something went wrong, that would be the best outcome because I would be dead, and if nothing happened, then it would be all right because at least now I would know what flying feels like. So anyway, I did it and I liked it, the scariest part was takeoff, and once in the air I was a little tense also, but after that everything was fine. I was still depressed after the experience but was feeling a little better because I had done something new.