No fall happens from the bottom, we did have our high points. In the pilot episode we take you on a brief tour of what it was like during the good times.

We couldn't be any different. Her, growing up in a stable and loving home, myself, an immigrant without one. Yet we found ourselves with a common goal, to build a stable life for our children.

The first foray into psychology/psychiatry. For nearly five years I worked with the mentally ill. The conclusion after which is that we are all mentally ill to some degree--at least according to the current definition. What separates us is just the label and the treatment. 

Two kids, two dogs, white picket fence...so what's wrong? Something has to be. 

The realization that your life is about to change drastically is one of the hardest things to take in. But it happens to many of us, and often at the least convenient time. That realization came slowly to me, but eventually you have no choice but to act.

I can take it no more, I leave and start to rebuild. Things are different, weird, and the old becomes new. This is the new life I had hoped for, or is it?

I don't want to believe it, but things start to make more sense. Why do this? How could this be the same person? To understand it I have to look back.