It wasn’t that I hated myself it was just that I hated what I had become. I had become so dreary that I made myself sick and I didn’t know how to snap out of it. It wasn’t until I started contemplating suicide that I realized I was in deep over my head and I was in more than just a funk. I knew I needed serious help and fast.

That’s when I called the only person I knew that I could trust. My cousin Tom had admitted himself to a drug treatment program a few years ago and they also helped him with is depression too. I knew that was the best thing to do so I jumped at the chance and got the depression treatment that I needed. Things are a lot different these days because of it, too. But I’ve got to admit, I still can’t answer a lot of those questions.