About 20 years ago I was very depressed. Dead end job, living in a friends closet, girl friend cheating on me.. yada yada yada. Life sucked and I saw no reason to continue, no light at the end of the tunnel. If this is what life is going to be, I want out. Get the picture?
I put my car in a garage, ran a hose from the exhaust into the car and started 'er up. I had written an apology to my family and friends, and clutched my dearest photos as I waited for peace.
Next thing I know I'm in the hospital, and pissed off. I spend a few weeks in the nut house, finding out how fortunet I really am compared to my new "friends". My minister visted often (ironicly he commited suicide himself a few years later, but that's another story).
So for the next few years I just went through the motions, and slowly things got better. Then I met my wife, moved to Ga. got a great job, had a wonderful son, found an even better job, bought a house and have a WONDERFUL life.
The moral? Things CAN change. This is the BEST part of my life, and I would have missed it.
What about you?
PS- That felt good. I NEVER talk about this part of my life.
I put my car in a garage, ran a hose from the exhaust into the car and started 'er up. I had written an apology to my family and friends, and clutched my dearest photos as I waited for peace.
Next thing I know I'm in the hospital, and pissed off. I spend a few weeks in the nut house, finding out how fortunet I really am compared to my new "friends". My minister visted often (ironicly he commited suicide himself a few years later, but that's another story).
So for the next few years I just went through the motions, and slowly things got better. Then I met my wife, moved to Ga. got a great job, had a wonderful son, found an even better job, bought a house and have a WONDERFUL life.
The moral? Things CAN change. This is the BEST part of my life, and I would have missed it.
What about you?
PS- That felt good. I NEVER talk about this part of my life.