Life, Death, and Sickness….

I hear it all the time; that I’m this strong person, someone people look up to, someone who can take anything the world throws at him. The truth is; if it wasn’t for my dog Max, I would have killed myself a few months ago. That’s the reality. The 35 years I’ve been given have had some ups and some downs. The past two have been hell. A hell, that a few months ago almost got the best of me. If it wasn’t for Max, it would have.

I’m not suicidal, I don’t have the strength to do that. I’ve lost friends to it. In fact years ago in college I was interviewed by my school paper on the topic…