2018 was a rough year for me.
Every morning I would park my car on the roof of the office parking garage, look over the edge and think about jumping. I hated my job, was unhappy in my relationship, and just couldn't do it anymore.
Finally in the fall, I snapped. I ended my relationship, quit my well-paying job and moved into my car.
I like to think that the conversations I had with myself while tracing grizzly bear footsteps in the woods of Montana and listening for wolves along the edge of Yellowstone's sulphur springs helped me put 2018 in the rearview mirror, literally.
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline