Although I don’t have depression, I did go through a constant state of crying on a daily basis after my grandfather passed away about almost two years ago (this coming Thursday). From July to November, I cried every single day. Then I went to Honolulu and decided to do some paddle board yoga. Like you, the idea of falling took my mind off of my other thoughts. Unlike you, who figured out how to climb, I fell deep into the ocean. And then I swam back up, laughed and hopped right back on the paddle board. I fell at least five times, but it was the first full day in almost four months that I did not cry about my grandfather. It sounds like climbing was that kind of therapy for you. Bravo!