Angry, depressed and lonely describes most of my teen years.   If I had given up as a teen I would never have known most of you.  I would never have come out of the basement.  I would never have come to enjoy my parents, made lifelong friends, found hope or gotten to know God.

I felt so unworthy.  Ever felt that way?  I was smart but “stupid”.  I was gifted but misguided.  In my anger and angst I would make foolish and hurtful decisions.  Those decisions would make my life harder.  Leading, of course, to more anger and angst.  Building one upon the other anger became bitterness and angst became depression.