It was almost a year ago that for the second time in my life I was considering suicide. I was struggling with lose of my best friend, my mother who died 13 years ago and at the same time I was struggling with being a gay male alone at 40 years old. It was a very rough time in my life; it was almost as hard dealing with the death of my mother 13 years earlier. I was just about at the end of rope and ready to let go when a special man from Canada that I had been talking with online he encouraged me to seek professional help. I made the call to a local councilor that work with gay people and their issues. After talking with her for a couple of sessions, she referred me to great psychiatrists that help to on my road to recovery. With the help of medications and two great professionals and my special friend from Canada I was able to begin my road to recovery. I am not fully there yet, but I can see the change and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. So if you are ever in the tunnel and you can’t see the light at the end, look for someone that can hold the flashlight and guide you down the right path. Depression is tough, but it is not something that we have to live with. Never give up! There is always hope out there somewhere!
