The last five years I was a Dud I suffered chronic depression. Not debilitating depression, but a low- grade constant dissatisfaction with whatever! The one saving grace for me was my job. I love what I do and have almost celebrity status in my field, both in Fla. and Mich. I firmly believe that if I had a low paying job I hated, I would have thrown a rope over a beam in the garage and hung myself in 1997.
The day I realized the J-duds were full of shit, my depression ended. It never came back. I feel good about me, my life, and my place in the universe!
I content that just as phyical pain tell the body something is wrong, mental pain tell the mind and heart the same thing. On some level my subconscience knew I was living a lie. The longer I fought it the more miserable I felt inside. And this is why so many J-duds are unhappy. Am I full of shit or what? Maverick