Im severely depressed to where i cannot hold a job however im crafty and prefer the isolation the woods provides im thinking about saying fuck my life(not much of one) and hoboing around the country and if i meet my end along the way then so be it. Is there any chance this journey could save my brain? Will the nature save me? Or will the trip prove futile and ill just end up 1000 miles away with a backpack crying as i tie a noose? Im not going to a mental hospital because being 20k in debt from a mental institution does not help a wage slave not want to kill himself. Ive tried medications but my brain is armed well in getting me to ignore taking them. Woods is my last hope gentlemen.