I had a job in Bronx working at a family shelter, and my personal life was in total disarray. We worked on the first floor of the building that the resident lived in and my window faced the street. My supervisor called my name, and asked if I was ok, he noticed that I was staring out the window motionless for three hours. My depression hit me full force, and I lost control.

Looking back on it, my reaction was triggered. I had a client that was married and both were recovering heroin addicts. They were both good looking people and I would imagine were gorgeous before they started using, and he shared with me how they lived under a bridge at one point, but that he would not leave her side. It was endearing but it made me realize what I didn't have at home. My marriage had started it decline towards divorce and the realization hit me really hard.

My depression made it hard to focus or even socialize at work. I lost the job about three months after that and hit rock bottom. Six years later I know why it happened but for a 100 million I would not re-live this experience.