After 10 year of being dx’ed with PD, I though I was pretty well adjusted to it mentally.
Over the past few weeks, I have been having these weird little thoughts creeping into my head. This past Saturday, my wife and daughter were gone for most of the day. I found myself sitting here with a loaded gun at my head. Luckily, I am taking an antidepressant. I was smart enough to call my brother for help. Before he arrived the thought had already passed but it really scared the hell out me. I had my brother collect all my guns and ammo and take them home with him.

As of right now, I can’t explain why or how this happen. I started out having a really good day. I will be starting therapy Monday morning. I will try to keep you informed.

GregD