Guns and Bicycles

I’ve had some of the strangest saviors in my darkest moments. Struggling with depression and lackadaisical about dealing with it I’d drift through days and just find different things to numb the dull ache. The impending nausea only increased when I compounded it with considerations of struggling to cope. Indifference and apathy were my twin superpowers. As things spiraled to a point of restricting me from even leaving the house I found a new hobby.

Guns.

Most people would have taken the new purchase as a cry for help, the first step of someone taking a drastic step towards a final solution. Really I had just stumbled around something that kept my hands working on something mechanical, kept my mind nimble researching a new subject, and exposed me to a community of new people.

It’s bicycles now.

The bicycles are keeping me sane.