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I've been considering the need for a psychiatrist. There are moments in-between natural-highs that send me deep and down into this spiral of hell. I'm not sure wether this is really a chemical imbalance or issues derived from money and loneliness. There times when mistakes and consequential rejections hit me hard, but I guess I'm just not that "cool". I am in-fact distant from most and this downward spiral seems to have no remedy or companion to journey with. On the bright side, I completed one of my most hardest physical challenges yet, Aids Lifecycle (A 545 mile cycling event from SF - LA) My time off from work was spent well and for a great cause. I met plenty of new cycling friends. My only hope is that I could potentially leverage this and "hang-out" more often. This was exciting for me to say the least, and the good feelings from that event lasted for a good week. Stress at work? I could care less, I had a million thoughts on how else to help others, but I feel buried and far too soon. I can list the numerous excuses for my feelings of depression, but I think the real cause is nothing out of my control. Those are just thoughts, and I ironically think some professional help should be considered. My alternative would be to quit work, sell everything, then embark on a journey of serving others for eternity. I guess "helping others" is the only thing that brings me joy anymore.