I use to suffer from depression, badly. My parents were so concerned when I was 15 they sent me to a psychologist for about 6 months.
When I was 27 and a single father of a 1 year old boy I had suicidal thoughts to the point where I cried for help. I would rather not discuss the specifics of it because I don't know any of you well enough.
When I look back it's a miracle my oldest son's mother didn't take him away from me. She was a child support officer for the state of Idaho at the time. I think I'm going to send her a thank you text right now.
I don't believe depression has a hold on me anymore.