I have depression. Can you tell me a joke?

Depression doesn't need jokes. . Need direction and a complete outlook on life. . All right. Stop talking about teaching. I'll tell you a joke when I'm kind: One day, my child in the lower bunk accidentally arched the pillow under the bed while sleeping, and the next day I found a lot of dry mice falling out of the pillow, and their bodies were flat and curved. The brothers were surprised and asked him, why are you so deadly to these mice? Whipping the body every night for two and a half years to forget it? The goods cried and scolded: your mother's second-hand dealer lied to me that she was eliminated by flowers, and Nima went to me 180 yuan. I gave it back to him, deeply intoxicated every night before going to bed. . . .