I've fought Major Depressive Disorder for darn near 30 years now. It wasn't as bad when I was younger though. I've been told that I was "the man"; that guy that walked into a room and everyone just suddenly calmed down. Everything was going to be okay when I showed up. I guess I was confident, tough and had a moral compass that always pointed due north.

I do remember that I was ready to take on the world. I wanted to be a plant manager and run things the right way. After college I owned my dream car (not the big dream Lamborghini, but I did have a WS-6 Trans-Am) and my own place and stuff. I was lonely, but pretty good.

Now I'm just a shell of that, but working on recovering.