Trial and Error During this process, in trying to find professional help, I was referred to a therapist through my church. For some reason I didn’t click with him, or didn’t want to see him, because I was not nice at all. This was not normal for me. The next therapist I saw was a […]

Hijacked This is Tamara, Bob’s wife. I’ve hijacked his blog so I can tell the real story! Just kidding. I am very proud of Bob for being vulnerable enough to share his story with everyone.  Hopping on the Roller Coaster I joined Bob’s roller coaster in the summer of ’89, not knowing I was in

The Right Professional In Arizona, not knowing the difference between different types of mental health professionals, I had been seeing a psychologist. He suggested St. John’s Wart for my depression. This did absolutely nothing for me. He then referred me to the doctor across the hall. I met with the new doctor, a psychiatrist, and

Arizona, Here We Come We moved in with my sister-in-law, in Florence, AZ while I commuted to Phoenix for the first two weeks of my new job with TOSCO. I went off the Paxil shortly after we moved which began the worst 2 years of my life. Within a couple weeks after starting my job,

New Job Means Moving I transferred jobs at the bank so I could become a loan adjustor and go back to school at BYU Provo. This meant we moved in with my parents for a couple of months while we looked for a place of our own. Homeowners After a few more moves, we decided

The Girl A good friend of mine introduced me to my wife, Tamara. At first, we just hung out together and with other friends. We became best friends but never dated. It took 6 months of prodding from my friend to finally get us together. He invited us to go dancing, where we had our

My Senior Year In 12th grade things were much worse at home and my depression was raging. I drank almost every day. I continued to get A’s and B’s in my classes and I went to the library as often as possible. I’d meet up with friends and drink more. It’s all I could do