Today I did something good and told my boss that I am losing the fight with depression and that I had one honest, no cry for help attempt 2 years ago that I'm pretty sure landed me in some sort of minor coma for almost a week with no one there to help (Scandanavian winters are terrible for people who are already seriously depressed, as cool as the perpetual night felt). He took me out of the warehouse for the day and we drove from meeting to meeting and talked. Then I told him about the cocked mossberg 12 gauge shotgun I kept next to the bed for months, just trying to work up the nerve. I eventually gave the gun away to a friend who has it locked in a safe where he doesn't even know the current location.
I then confessed to him that when I left work early yesterday because my depression was literally physically crippling me, I went to the gun store to look at the same pistol grip mossberg that I gave away. It was 400 dollars, which I have, but I didn't buy it because I was scared.
Here is the crazy part of the story: my boss told me first that me and him are the same. I was like "bullshit" because he runs a business that employs nine people and has 1 million in revenue per year, and is basically the man around Houston - getting raped nightly by chicks who could be models yet connected and civilized enough to cut deals with city officials, charities, and basically all of the other winners and faces in the fourth largest city in the country. (Sorry, he's kind of my role model - and he's Jewish, which means I would probably like him even if he was an asshole).
But I digress: this man - this saint - told me that up until his cousin came to town less than a week ago, he had my same shotgun on his nightstand every night because he was also considering suicide as an extremely serious option. And that's not even the most ridiculous coincidence, either: his stepfather committed suicide for the exact same reason that really brought me down the farthest I've ever been - his stepfather was playing the options market and lost everything in less than a year, just like me.
I don't know about fate or god, but just like the collective help from bluelight I've gotten over the year (from each and every one of you who take time to help a stranger named captainballs over and over again), this man's friendship and these revelations he revealed which are almost supernatural in their relevance to me personally have given me some serious hope. He is even going to go so far as to pick me up every morning at 6 to work out before work. I never pinned him as the type that is as deeply suicidal as me, and this could be a way for us both to build each other in different ways. Another boost he gave me was telling me that "for a guy with your potential, a hundred grand really isn't going to be that much money. You'll see."
.Man wtf! And now I've got a bankruptcy lawyer who is going to politic his way through the people who matter to get me an awesomely unfair deal... And I mean that in the best way possible

he is my boss's lawyer's lawyer and usually handles outrageously complex cases. It kind of sucks I need to come up with a grand just to talk to him, but I hear he's a killer with all kinds of connections. Old school guy, the type I always look for who is allowed a law breaking handicap just like in golf lol.