***Warning. This post is pretty intense in places with talk of Suicide and other triggering topics.***
This post could quite easily become one big cliché. I don’t intend it too but I am going to explain what has gone on over the past couple of weeks.
I want to say that men bottling things up is a misconception that I would never fall into, but the past two or three weeks have proved that I too am just as guilty as the next (literal) man. I always thought that I communicated my feelings to my family well. I thought they were on top of things when I was in a funk.
This past Wednesday proved that wrong. In the most heart breaking way possible. Continue reading