- I pushed away what at the time was the love of my life, the only woman I ever wanted to marry (and I have absurdly ridiculous high standards for a woman I should marry) due to my own insecurities of not thinking I deserved the love of this woman.She left and I was absolutely devastated.
- A skin cancer scare where I thought I was going to die, literally to the point where I told a few friends and family to prepare for the end.
- I went through a bout of depression that was so severe, I couldn't get out of bed for four days straight. I hated myself and what I was, or should I say, wasn't. (Explanation later)
- I withered away to a scant 135 lbs, I'd say, and depended on legal stimulants to keep me awake and functional.
In my depression, I rented a movie called Limitless. I was Eddie, laboring through life and not getting anything done. The promise and potential in my life was magnetic, but just like Eddie, to no avail. I did nothing with it. I had wonderful, extremely beautiful and good-hearted women in my life, but I was never able to keep them. The ones I didn't want always seemed to linger too long, but the ones I wanted got sick of my complacency and walked away. In the movie, Eddie took a pill that allowed him to utilize 100% of his brain, making him supremely intelligent and resourceful, but more important than those aspects, they made him take the steps it required to obtain a life he never knew he wanted, and could always have. During a moment of clarity in the movie, Eddie entered his apartment, looked around at the clutter and mess, and said "Who lives like this?"
I began to see something in me that needed to be looked at.
"Who lives like this?"
It kept ringing in my thoughts. Do I have no faith at all in myself?
"Who lives like this?"
I always had confidence. Why am I in bed?
"Who lives like this?"
What am I doing? I haven't returned any phone calls to the point where nearly no one is calling anymore. Did they give up on me? No, I gave up on myself.
"Who lives like this?"
"Who lives like this?"
Seriously, who really does live like this?
I've been so arrogant, thinking I had all the answers. I thought I was so smart, able to outsmart anyone. I made sure I learned a little about everything I could think of. I thought I retained more knowledge from my schooling than most people my age. I memorized all the ingredients, but I NEVER MADE ANYTHING!
I built a workshed that could house all the tools necessary for life. It's as if I had a circular saw, a hacksaw, some levels, hammers, clamps, nails, screws, everything I needed to build a life worth living. But I NEVER BUILT ANYTHING!!!I had to do something. I had to live a life for me. And at the time, I thought I needed to become the man my love had always expected me to be. Most important, I had to get out of bed.
But I was depressed beyond all reason. I had just lost the most beautiful, sweet, caring woman I had EVER MET! And it wasn't a pretty ending. I was a pathetic, clingy loser, desperate for her love, thinking that she was the only one I would ever love again. She was probably turned off beyond any redemption. And I don't blame her, looking back at myself.
What a joke.
I thought the first thing I needed to do was get my mind off of her. But I thought I needed help. Maybe pay a hypnotist to erase her from my memory. Something. And fast. I was wasting away into a corpse.
Then it happened. A change was on the horizon. The clouds that blocked all sunshine in my life screwed up and let a small ray of light through, and I saw it. People say things always happen for a reason. And even though you may never know the reason it happened, there is still a reason for it.
A victim of the economy was my saving grace...