Lately, I've found myself considering the fragility of the human mind. It started about a month ago when an acquaintance from our teenage years killed himself. We are great friends with some of his great friends, and they were (and are) understandably devastated. This was a happy guy, who loved life, but who was apparently tormented by depression, but just managed to hide it. A few days after Julie and I got married, we made a foolish decision. It was about
Here we were, newly married, with a few thousand IN CASH in our hands, trying to deal with this bizarre situation. We quickly counted and deposited our money, I told him that 'it wouldn't be very nice to kill everyone', because of course, 'it's Christmas Eve'. We quickly walked home wondering what had just happened.
It seems like it is quite a miracle for a person to come out of the first 25 years or so of his or her life without any life-affecting mental trauma. I know of many people who take drugs (legal or otherwise) because of mood, or who suffer from a diagnosed mental illness, and I've been trying to understand it more. It seems the human brain is suited to a very precise mix chemical soup. When the conditions are not ideal, things go awry. I cannot even hope to understand the darkness that is depression, and want to understand it more. Some do not.
Last January, I was taking a class at another
I feel sorry for those who will be attending his church.

