You know, I really needed to be there. It’s hard to admit, but it’s a fact. I kept trying to kill myself, and I kept getting saved. My wonderful wife Georgia has kept me out of the psych units since I met her, but that’s not to say I haven’t had any hospital worthy moments. I have, and they suck. But I have kids now and many other responsibilities and I am determined to deal with this shit on my own as long as I can.