When I was thirty-three years old, I had my first serious tango with suicidal ideation. I had experienced depression before that, but nothing like what I went through this time. I felt lost in the world. I felt deeply fatigued and depleted. I had no motivation. I slept a lot. Life seemed pointless. I remember thinking, “I go to work to make money to buy food, which turns to poop. Then I go to the bathroom, flush it down the toilet, and do it all again. What is the point of being here?“ That’s how grim it was.
Embracing Your Shadow
Embracing Your Shadow
Embracing Your Shadow
When I was thirty-three years old, I had my first serious tango with suicidal ideation. I had experienced depression before that, but nothing like what I went through this time. I felt lost in the world. I felt deeply fatigued and depleted. I had no motivation. I slept a lot. Life seemed pointless. I remember thinking, “I go to work to make money to buy food, which turns to poop. Then I go to the bathroom, flush it down the toilet, and do it all again. What is the point of being here?“ That’s how grim it was.