Thanks for the understanding and encouragement. I am from Brooklyn, New York, by the way. It is strange living in such a big city and feeling totally alone. To be honest, I wasn't so happy before my accident either. Now I am a mess. I am also kind of shy, so I am not very outgoing. I have a few friends, but they are busy with work and family etc. I don't have either. I feel like I'm just being a big baby sometimes and feeling sorry for myself. There are so many out there in worse situations than me. But I still can't shake the depression. I need something in my life to give it some meaning, you know what I mean?