Six and a half years Later

I thought it was something of the past. But this Christmas I had another depression and was plunged down a black hole. I felt it in my

body at first. Then it went into my head. Disaster. And here is the upsetting part. Suicidal thoughts again. I seek help. I don't want them in my life, but they are there.

I've been in and out at the local psychiatric ward. Three times. Medication. A local shrink who talks about compassion and needs. Friends who keep in touch. A wife who supports me but who sometimes gets fed up because she doesn't know how to help. But she is still here. The love of my life.

After almost two months things are better. Follow me on my journey.