I recall that about the time I turned 40, I went into something of a depression. My career was not where I wanted it to be. My kids were not taking full advantage of the opportunities we had struggled to provide them, and my need to be Mary was getting stronger and stronger.
I'm not sure that I thought about taking my life, but I did have a sort of fatalistic attitude about things which only made them worse.
My wife was very understanding, suggested counseling and with time this period passed. I think it was what one might call a mid-life crisis.
