It’s May 2001. I’m back home in New Jersey. I’m still depressed. Damnit. This is brutal. I connect with one of my best friends from high school, Lee. We join the YMCA and motivate each other to exercise. I lift weights and go for long runs. I’m still full of confusion and insecurity, but my depression lifts. THANK GOD. As trite as it may sound, exercise is one of the best ways to get out of a depression. The thing is, when somebody is depressed the last thing they want to do is exercise. It’s super challenging to get going, but it’s worth it. Still, I’m certainly not totally out of the woods. The only thing that equals my confusion and insecurity is my denial. I’m not a mentally ill person. No way. That’s not me. That can’t be me. Let’s just ignore it.
Giving new meaning to "GO BLUE!"