I almost ended my life. Then I started making decisions.

Decision Science can save you too.

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In my 20s and 30s, I was the worst decision-maker in all of humankind.

You think I exaggerate for effect, but I am confident that a research study would find this to be true. I chose the wrong career. The wrong men. The wrong friends. The wrong lifestyle. Every. Single. Time.

In my 20s and 30s, I also suffered from debilitating depression. I was deeply anxious. I had many panic episodes and engaged in self-harm. I wanted to end my life. I didn’t want to die: I just wanted a way out of the struggle, and suicide seemed my only option.

For a minute, therapy and medication seemed like good options. I was a good patient. I did what my doctors told me to do, took all the pills they told me to take, read the books they told me to read. Months later, I wasn’t any better, but my doctors presented me with another option: to check myself into a mental hospital. So, because I wanted to live, I took it. I went to all the counseling sessions I was told to go to. I obedie…