Guys (and M'ette) I'm going to get serious and morbid for a minute. Please bear with me. Please remember that no matter how bad it gets there are people that love and care, and that are willing to stand by you through anything.
When I was finishing up my education for this fine job, I spent a semester in a funeral home near the Cities. We had a rash of suicides one month, and it bothered me more than just a little. During a weekly meeting with the faculty I asked the grief counselor what could be so bad that death is the only way out. His response was "So you don't understand it?" "Good ... Because when you do it will be too late to save you!"
At 7:45 last evening I was sitting here at the desk, making phone calls for a couple services I'm working on, and having fun "multi-tasking" while typing about the Friends of NRA gun of the year. About then the cell phone goes off, and it is time to go to work for another place I'm covering for. That was six hours ago, trudging through ice and snow to the edge of a river, a stop at the Sheriff's office, a stop at a Police Department, and a 334 mile round trip to the Medical Examiner's Office in St. Paul.
I can't imagine how bad this person's problems must have been, and I long ago learned not to be too judgemental. But, tomorrow morning a neighboring funeral director has to go and help an elderly couple plan services for their child.
There are always going to be bad times, and there will also be good times. But, remember that there is always someone to help carry the burden when you think you can't do it any more. Please call for help before you take the last step!
Thanks for listening. It saved waking up the wife and/or dog. Now it is time to try and sleep before a busy day tomorrow.