Every day is a day I’m grateful for
It could have gone the other way and I wouldn’t be sitting here writing this story.
It was a close call, 7 years ago. I was severely depressed, my business collapsed, my wife left me, and I was losing my grip on life.
One morning, before I was supposed to walk my kids to school, I changed my plan. I took a full bottle of sleeping pills. I went back to bed, hoping not to wake up again.
My then 12-year-old son soon found me. Instead of panicking he immediately called 911, saving my life by doing so.
The wake-up call in the hospital and my shock at what I had done were scary.
My son sat by my side. I said, thank you so much for saving me. I will forever be grateful to you and for the fact that I’m alive.
That was the day I finally grasped that I had a serious problem to contend with, but it still wasn't rock bottom. Many more difficult times lay ahead for me to overcome and start a new life.
Dealing with my depression was extremely hard, to say the least. In particular, my then-wife didn't care. She took the view that I was playing the victim and was looking for sympathy.
She was wrong. Nobody fakes depression. Depression is an acutely hard condition to deal with and overcome. Some folks never do. Thankfully, I finally found my way out, and a wonderful new life again.
More to follow in my next story.