Depression

A couple years ago I almost lost a horrendous battle with depression. For a long time I figured those deep blues came from my mom's death, but now that I have had time to look back with a clearer mind, it seems that the real catalyst was coming to grips with my son's lifelong journey as an autistic. I'll admit, my depression stemmed from selfishness. I realized that there was a distinct reality that we would never send him off to college, he might never marry or have children, and my own stereotypical desires for fatherhood were instantly dashed away. So I mourned for myself. I wallowed in my own self pity. And through the process, I learned more about being a father than I could have ever imagined.