An entry from my journal of January 25, 2007.
“The depression is unrelenting and deep. Last night I slept for five hours at the most. I’m getting worse each day. This is the tenth medication I’ve been on…I am in the last hours of my life.”
These were the words of a desperate man. When I had given up all hope for my recovery, yet there was hope. You see, God was my hope, though I didn’t realize it at this low point in my life. He had a plan for me to triumph over depression, and that plan has now been realized.