When I moved to Eugene, I went into a fairly severe depression because although I'd just gotten married, I was on depo provera which killed my libido (totally) and every time my husband would even touch me, I'd snap at him... beside that I had just left all my friends and family 2000 miles behind me. He was employed and I stayed at home trying to do a bit of art work etc, but it wasn't working for me... I would cry for hours and not be able to explain it to him... though he was a sweetie and tried his hardest to understand, giving me backrubs until I fell asleep, etc. In Jan. he got me a job with his company, and it helped, but I still felt the depression. Then we went to Good Will, and I got my first bike in my new home... a big, honkin' Huffy mtn. bike that must weigh 40 pounds... but it was my liberation. Now I ride in the mornings and to work, flying through the paved trails, working my endurance etc up to where I can really tackle other trails... Besides that, biking helps my husband get out, and the excercise is really helping him manage his diabetes... now if only I could get him to test his blood glucose as often as he should