It started off the in the summer of 2007. I'd just come home from a trip halfway around the world, and was gonna start my adult life. A wierd thing really, to just do like that. I still had loads of stuff I wanted to do, but not the money nor the time. My job as a forklift driver couldn't be set aside no more if I were to keep it. So back I went to Volvo, producing cars, having the time of my life... NOT! The first meltdown was actually on the way back there, one the first day. Something inside me broke, and I just could't bring myself to lying about how I felt about the whole idea about having no clue what I wanted to do with my life nor what I wanted to become. I went into depression, but worked as much as I could to not think about it. In the beginning I didn't understand what was going on. Why was I depressed, why was nothing fun, as it used to be? I had a hard time just getting out of bed without having my heart rushing fron the undescribable anxiety. And this went on for some time, until I started to wr