A magnet the size of a lunchbox is sitting against the side of my head.

Im here because Ive been stuck in a severely depressed mode for a year and a half.

This has to work, I tell myself.

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If it doesnt, Im out of answers.

Ive coped with depression most my adult life; despite its challenges, Ive carried on.

But when I turned 50, I began to worry more deeply about the condition and my future.

Side-by-side images of Clinton Colmenares wearing a suit (left) and sitting with his hands on his face (right)

In my psychiatrists office one summer day a few years back, she asked if I had any questions.

Yes, I said.

What happens when I run out of options?

I knew that could happen.

Considering that possibility was like staring down a tunnel and not seeing a light at the end.

A small but significant percentage of men with depressionend their own lives.

I didnt want that for myself.

I had a teenage daughter.

I didnt want to let my challenges affect her and our relationship.

But when the pandemic hit in 2020, the travel stopped.

I was living alone in a small town.

Working from home, I wasnt getting out and seeing people, and my depression began to spiral.

Then, as I had feared, my meds stopped working.

What enjoyment I could still find in my life evaporated.

I always loved cooking, making up meals from scratch or re-creating dishes Id eaten at restaurants.

No dish was too intimidating.

Ive even tackled mole, the sauce from my fathers hometown of Oaxaca, Mexico.

I use chocolate, chiles and two dozen other ingredients.

Depression took that away.

I didnt have the energy to cook, or the interest.

I started eating out a lot and sleeping more eight hours at night and several hours during the day.

Contact with my daughter fell off.

I felt myself sliding deep into the dark tunnel.

My mind filled with thoughts of suicide, which led to a five-day stay in a mental health facility.

It was there that my journey into alternative depression therapies started.

A psychiatrist recommended electroconvulsive therapy, or ECT, apparently the gold standard for treatment-resistant depression.

He explained that in ECT, an electrical current is sent through the brain, triggering a seizure.

Mine lasted about 30 seconds.

Studies have shown that the procedure can change brain chemistry and effectively alleviate depression.

My personal psychiatrist thought this was a good idea.

I would stay on medication but add the brain stimulation for my suicidal thoughts.

I was anxious about having my brain shocked, but I also felt desperate enough to try.