I stopped wearing my seatbelt, hoping if I got in an accident, I wouldn't walk away. I felt like a failure as a father, as a husband, and as a priesthood holder. I heard on the radio one day that people suffering from depression sincerely believe their friends and loved ones would be better off without them. That made me decide to get help.

I still get depressed. I still feel really low at times. Knowing it's just in my head makes it a little smaller. I find something tedious to do while listening to an audiobook, like folding clothes or something stupid. I get the teensiest sense of accomplishment that helps me take a breath. That might not work for anyone else, but just in case.

Find something to smile about. Let yourself cry a little. Find something to distract you a bit. Cheer on the Cougs.