In not sure I've ever shared this with you all, my story, depression is a fucking miserable state, I know, I've been there, I haven't always been the happy taco you see everyday....2004 my ex and I had our last and final miscarriage, I went downhill fast

I had had enough, we wanted kids so bad, we tried and tested and tried again, nothing worked. I found myself trucking more and being home less, finally 6 or 8 months later I came home, parked the truck in the garage, grabbed a garden hose, stuffed it in

The exhaust, closed the door pulled it in the window and let go.....I was there for around 5 min maybe and I saw the garage door going up, my wife was coming home from work...

Didn't take her long to figure out just what the fuck is was doing, she pulled me out of the truck, proceeded to cry, scream, and borderline beat the fuck outta me, the thing she said that hit the hardest was "I've lost 3 babies, I'm not losing you ."

I struggled for another year or so, watched the beginning of the end of my marriage, but...I got help, lots of it, friends, racecars, being at the shop, Prozac and counseling. My marriage may have failed but I didn't, here I am, living looking at the brighter side

Of things, are days always going to be good? Hell nah, but it's how we cope and look to tomorrow, sure I miss my daughter, she'd be 17 this year, but I know she's there.... I'm still reasonably good friends with my ex and life just went on, goes on. Never give up!