I never thought I’d be in this position, life and happiness had an upward trajectory for a long time.
But then things change, sometimes it’s slow and sometimes like now the change is sudden and very painful.
There’s good change, my kids, they’re wonderful.
Bad change, my relationship, losing my parent, losing my job. Suddenly I’m unable to provide food or heating, what use is a father that can’t care for his kids.
The anxiety I’ve fought against all my life becomes unbearable, becomes depression, becomes the recurring thought that I’m a burden, of no value, no good, and you’re there, thinking that pills are the best way, or maybe wrists, and that nobody will care anyway, do it.
My kids care, I know they love me and I love then more and they need that love more than anything else.