I almost killed myself. In the last ditch effort, I called my best friend of the time to tell her. She said a lot of stuff. Something she said clicked that day because I didn't.
This really has nothing to do with hooping but I found this on stumbleupon. Click this to see it large size.
Personally, that first part is what Emily told me years ago. And it worked.
It's been years since I've felt that low in my life. I still was depressed but not as suicidal. It's only been in the last few years I can actually say I'm not depressed at all. Thank goodness.
Yes, I have bad moments. I have moments of being so frustrated with life that I think, "I hate my life." Within a few moments, I can get over it or sleep it off. I'll pout and grumble for a few minutes or days but it's nothing like it was. No doubt about it. I realize that there is always a bright, shiny thing around the corner of life. I try to visualize it as much as possible. When I hear stories, like Baxter's, on how the hoop helped his depression, it gives me hope. I'm not saying I'm depressed, but I'd like not to go back to that time of my life. If the hoop can prevent me from sinking, I'll grab on like it's a floatation device.
I don't want to drown again.