I'm 47. Struggled with anxiety/depression since middle school. I've been mostly better since a little therapy and daily meds. A month ago everything was going my way. I was finally on the road to full happiness. Then everything started going wrong. The divorce is not going fast enough. Wife is talking about spousal support. So I'll never get ahead. Car died. Might lose my job because I cared too much and touched a coworkers leg when she was crying in my office. I was just trying to console her. I just don't see a point anymore. I cannot swim. That tall bridge in town is looking like a nice place to visit.
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