I am here at this moment to attest to the pain that Travis must have felt. I too am suffering from the depression ailment. 40mg’s of prozac daily and it is still not a complete cure. I am now seeking a professional to talk to. Only last week, I found myself 350 miles from home, intensley broke down. I drove my truck to my dads place, signed the title over to him and started walking down the interstate. I knew what I was doing, but, the little voice in my head said “who cares”. After a county cop picked me up off the interstate and yelled at me for hitchhicking he drove me to the nearest truck stop and told me to stay off the highway.After some coffee I got back on the road and hiked to rochester, finally getting to a dear friends house, who let me in and passed the good samaritin test. He saved my life, and by the grace of God I am still here for my 11 yr old daughter.When the trouble hits, fancy boats, big fish or any other materialistic things that we think make us feel good, can’t stand in the way of depression, or make the slightest difference. I post today in the hope that no one ever has to feel the pain of depression. It is hell of a dis-ease.
Thank you for letting me air out. Today is a good day to be alive.