Ernest Hemingway’s depression shines a light on hope.
Not from the path he took. But, the path he ignored.
On October 6, 1958, Ernest drove toward the site of his eventual suicide.
What he really wanted was a stiff drink.
So, he finds a bar in Sheridan, Wyoming.
Another patron says, “Look who thinks he’s Hemingway.”
Ernest wondered the same thing, tormented by . . .
- alcoholism
- chronic pain
- bipolar disease
His mantra, “Above all, endure,” wasn’t working.
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