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FOUR years ago, almost to the day, I sat alone in my Paddington apartment and decided to end my life. It was a decision that ultimately made me a better man.I had convinced myself that my friends and family had no idea what I was going through and even if help was available, the trek out of the darkness seemed insurmountable.I was devoid of feelings which led me to hurt the people I cared about the most. Depression causes so much pain while leaving you numb to any actual feelings. I would often take to myself with a knife or pre-heated cigarette lighter just so I could actually feel human again.Over the first few months of 2009, I started stockpiling what I needed to kill myself.I prepared my final instructions to my parents and my brothers; and I wrote three separate letters to my three boys to read when their mum deemed them old enough, and finally compiled an iTunes "farewell" song list consisting mostly of Pearl Jam.On what I thought was the last night of my life, I took the three pictures of my beautiful boys out of their frames and sat resolutely on the couch.Hugging my kids' pictures, I ingested a potentially lethal dose of pills and chased it down with a bottle of bourbon.I estimated I only had 20 minutes until I lost consciousness so I sent a text message to my amazingly supportive and caring girlfriend at the time and apologised for turning her life upside down.read the rest of the article here:
http://www.couriermail.com.au/sport...now-a-better-man/story-fnbzn566-1226639990976
Incredible stuff, not too dissimilar to the Clyde Rathbone story, its why i continue to harp on that players deserve the right to choose their career path, they don't owe anything to any state or teams, there are often external pressures and in this case internal pressures that we are unaware of.