I imagined my own personal "kill switch"

Glad you didn’t press the button, Jim, and it strikes me that the difference between life and death for a lot of depressed people is relationships. I had a coworker who took his life after he and his wife separated, and at his funeral, it occurred to me that he knew how to do everything—work, hunt, fish, projects in the shop—but love his wife in a way she understood.

Aspiring to be a stick in the mud.