Article July 19, 2004 Issue

A moment of truth

When depression threatens to overwhelm college student Drew Harbur, he begins to confront the roots of it—and finds his freedom in spiritual help.

By Drew Harbur

The car seemed to float, and streetlights blurred together to form a continuous frieze. Traffic zoomed past and honked as I drifted in and out of my lane. But I didn't care. I'd reached my lowest point.

At 18 years old, my life seemed so empty. I felt like a complete failure. On the outside, I looked successful. I had lettered in eight varsity sports throughout high school and was a straight A student. I even had plenty of friends. No one detected my problem.

My daily interactions with friends felt superficial and forced, and it seemed everything I said ended up sounding offensive or conceited. This only made me more depressed. I didn't want anybody to know that privately I felt I was coming up short in all aspects of my life.

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