Giving up on it
I don’t really see the point
It’s all meaningless.
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As a teenager, I struggled with depression that lead me to contemplate suicide. It’s kind of sucked at 15 when I bought the lie that life just wasn’t worth living. Almost twice that time has passed, and here I sit, the father of two awesome kids, married to a really lucky woman and having lead a life that is almost worth being written about. Almost (but then, I’m a bit self-defacing so…). It was during this time frame that I became a Christian, and my depression has become part of my testimony, a testimony I have shared countless times and one day I may put down in words. But, I overcame (with help) a dark time in my life, and although I still struggle with those feelings to this day, I know there is more to life then the darkness that tries to engulf me.
A Flash of Fiction... 
The longer we dwell in, or return to, the depressive dark of our lives, the more we struggle back uphill to return to the perfect light. Life has taught me to let it go. Discussion about depression and its feelings with no clue as to whether anyone is listening is likened to going fishing without boat, bait, or rod. It’s not going to come out well.
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