The assistant business editor at the NY Times has committed suicide, it seems. My prayers go out to his family and loved ones.
At one point in my life, I could never figure out why someone would want to commit suicide. Then one day, several years ago, my life started falling apart. A few weeks later, I was in the pits of depression but didn’t know it. I was so bad, it affected my health. I thougt there was something very wrong with me, as in a disease, but it was just the effects of anxiety. Anxiety is a usual bedfellow with depression.
On August 21, 1996 (I just realized the anniversary was yesterday), I was at my lowest point ever in life. On that day, suicide made ABSOLUTE sense to me. It was logical, or so it seemed. As a Christian, I prayed like a madman and asked God to help me out of this pit. Suicide made sense, but I was too scared to do it. Thank, God.
A few days later a friend of mine called me from Germany and asked me to go out there and take some courses. I overcame my anxiety for the moment and flew out there. I ended up staying there for four years, made some life-long friends and memories while I was there and overcame my depression and anxiety. I can still get depressed or anxious when I’m really tired and having a bad day, but I know it for what it is and can overcome it now.
via: cut on the bias