Dear Mr. Buenos, I live a blessed life in the little hamlet of Sioux City, Iowa with my wonderful wife and my two beautiful children. I have a decent job selling car insurance and a network of supportive friends who know me very well. Why would I have any reason to be depressed, right? Well even with all that my Father God has given me I still have found myself feeling the terrible weight of depression for weeks now. I've been having trouble sleeping, thinking about the drudgery of my existence. I've been loosing weight at an alarming speed and just recently I wasn't able to make love to my wife. It hurt her feelings terribly and I'm afraid my depression might become contagious to her if I can't give her the love and support that she needs. Why would God put me through this? I have to confess that I question His existence now that I'm in this terrible funk. Do you have any words of support for people out there having their faith questioned? - Downer Steve

Come on, Eldrick.