My Personal Battle with Depression

My Personal Battle with Depression

…. And the vitamin that gave me relief

February 12, 2014

My story begins, as nearly as I can recall, when I was 17 years old. I remember feeling a strange, sad feeling in my chest area, for no reason that I knew of. My mom and dad seemed to not understand my situation as far as I could tell. When those sad moods came upon me, my parents and I didn’t get along.

My mood swings seemed to cycle. For a few days, everything went great, but then for no reason, I seemed to hit a wall. The mood cycling became something that happened regularly. I would have a few days that I felt good, but without fail, 4 or 5 bad, sad, and angry days would follow. Quite often, I spent the good days, dreading the bad days, that I knew for sure were coming.It wasn’t until after I was married and had children that the bad days seemed to intensify and become more numerous. I found the only relief I could get was to work hard,long hours everyday. Sundays became the day I dreaded, being a day of rest. I remember a few times, even work couldn’t camouflage my feelings. One particular day, I had to leave work, feeling that I was having a breakdown. I drove 30 miles home, crying all the way. The pain was so intense that I would imagine that if I put a knife into my chest, it would make it feel better.

My parents and my wife took me to a specialist to see if I could get help. The doctor prescribed a drug that just kept me numb. I felt that I had lost total control of my feelings.I came to the conclusion that I needed to fight my depression rather than to drug it. I will always feel bad that I caused my family so much grief having to deal with my situation.

A sad story happened along the way that helped me realize the seriousness of my illness. My friend who was also plagued with depression, was hauling a large bulldozer on a truck and I happened to be following him. As we approached an intersection, he just drove straight across the main highway and ended up out in a field. I quickly ran to him to see if he was alright. When he exited the truck, he had no apparent physical injuries, but as I talked with him and helped him unload the dozer, I could see in his eyes that he was having a very difficult time with his depression. I arranged for my truck to come and haul the dozer away, and I invited him to come ride with me. He insisted on riding with my truck driver to where he had left his pickup. That was the last time I saw my friend alive. When he arrived at his pickup, he got in and drove straight to the mountains. After a long search by his family and friends,  he was found in the mountains by two deer hunters. He had given up on life.

I was asked to speak at my friend’s funeral and I had decided that it was time that people needed to understand the horrors of depression. Much of my life, I had felt ashamed and had never spoken of my illness. Often I had listened to people state their opinions about suicide victims and I hurt deep inside as they said the most hurtful things. If you haven’t experienced depression, you can’t understand how someone could do that to themselves. In my talk that day, I revealed my experience with depression. I let them know how dark it is, how despair is beyond belief, and how the feeling of love is totally lost to disabling anger and pain. Since that time, I have never allowed myself to stand by and let public opinion demean someone who is suffering from depression.

I received many calls after that talk and I found that this illness actually was running rampant. It just wasn’t being talked about.

I’ve been able to live through the bad times. I’m sure that because of the patience and understanding of my family, I’ve always been able to maneuver past the unspeakable even though thoughts of destruction would still, at times, flash  through my mind. Thanks to God and my family, I’ve survived.

A few months ago, my wife called me and told me to look at a certain presentation on the computer. The video story of Tony Stephan and his family was given on YouTube. The story was a tragic one presenting the difficulties that his family had gone through with bipolar depression…but then the joy and hope that was found when Tony and his friend were able to find an amazing remedy that would reverse the cause and effects of different mental illnesses.

You should know that my dear wife was not coming home without an order of Q96.I was ready to try this product because I was convinced after hearing Tony’s story. From that time till now, I faithfully take this product daily. Within a couple weeks, I noticed that the annoying pain in my chest had disappeared and a sense of well-being has taken over. I still get the blues now and then, but it’s more of a natural, normal feeling and is manageable. How blessed we are when we have peace of mind. 

If you would like more information about this amazing product, I share this with you because it has truly blessed my life. If you or someone you love suffers with this disease, please don’t delay another moment. Get in touch with me for more information.