After a series of awful events that lead to a very scary week in the hospital I decided to change my life. I cancelled a wedding that was completely planned and ended the source of my pain; my engagement. I let go of superficial friendships, moved off Park Avenue and into Hells Kitchen, became sober... and then slipped into a depression. I slipped into a deep depression and then confided in my boss at one of those very popular indoor cycling studios. I asked for the company’s support but the next day I lost my job. They’ll never admit it but after I explained I had depression I was being discriminated against. It was fairly obvious. All of this happened in two and a half months. If I wasn’t already low, now, I was hitting bottom.