Throughout most of 1996, I was miserable. I turned 21 in June. I was living at home. At the time, my father owned a route for a potato chip company. His job was to stock the shelves in a dozen or so grocery stores in the Phoenix area on a daily basis. I worked for him.
I was confused, and, to put it lightly, depressed. So depressed in fact, that I had been contemplating suicide on a daily basis for three to four years prior. Something about my life needed to change. Scratch that. Everything in my life needed to change...and quickly.
It was late August when I decided that I was going to run. I didn't know where. I didn't know when. I just had to run. If I had stayed, I was going to kill myself. Part of the initial "runaway" plan involved suicide, but I'll get into that later.
I was confused, and, to put it lightly, depressed. So depressed in fact, that I had been contemplating suicide on a daily basis for three to four years prior. Something about my life needed to change. Scratch that. Everything in my life needed to change...and quickly.
It was late August when I decided that I was going to run. I didn't know where. I didn't know when. I just had to run. If I had stayed, I was going to kill myself. Part of the initial "runaway" plan involved suicide, but I'll get into that later.
