I have sat and watched rain. I have wept in the rain; it's a good habit, not letting anyone know if it is rain or tears. I have looked to the heavens and wondered if there was ever any purpose to this life that I was given. But in thinking this, I realize that I should be thankful for what I did to get this very life.
I am a father to two very amazing humans. I am the husband of an intelligent, loving, and kind woman. In all, I can definitely say that I am blessed. So, why do I search at times for meaning? I know that my meaning is watching over these lives that matter to me. That push me to be better each and everyday. The reason for the difficult self-analysis is simple. Mental health is a culprit in much of my struggles. In this life, we all have some sort of mental health worries and many times we do not treat them.
People my age and older, we were raised with the idea that building up and maintaining good mental health was weak. Just push through it or I'll give you something to cry about...
So, if you feel weak due to your mental health-- don't just push through-- push three numbers if it gets really bad: 988. And if it's only a rough day; call a friend or a family member, someone that you trust, and do the most difficult thing that you can-- talk.
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