The year 2007 started with major, major depression and ended with a shoulder replacement. The summer of that year, when I tried to withdraw from klonopin, was the worst three months of my life.
But in that lost year, I did not curse God and die. Instead, I moved closer to Him, for that was my only hope. At the time, it was the worst year of my natural life, but it was perhaps the best year of my spiritual life.