I Cry … and Start Over

Start Over

💥💥💥I think it makes more sense to “start over” at the beginning of each new “birth year” rather than the beginning of each new year.

Each new year we reflect on the past year. We make new year’s resolutions.

We have this sense of starting over.

For me… it happens on my birthday.

53rd Year

Today day is day one of my 53rd year on the planet.

This past year has been the most difficult year of my life.

My 52nd year on the planet was brutal. I have come face to face with depression in a way that I never have before.

I’m not sure if I was in denial in the past. Perhaps I was embarrassed and never really got honest?

Another Level

Also … events in my personal life triggered things and pushed this shit to another level.

Men are not supposed to be depressed.

Men are not supposed to be anxious.

We should just get shit figured out and move on to the next task. Suck it up.

The S Word

I was definitely ashamed and the stigma kicked my ass.

Now … I do not give a f**k . Truly, I am going to be open and I’m not hiding anymore.

New Decisions

I’m going to make decisions that benefit my mental health. I’m going to work smarter. I’m going to take steps to reduce stress.

I have been on a hamster wheel of busy-ness and ambition that is relatively non-sensical.

Need to minimize and adopt a more simple lifestyle. And prioritize relationships.

Liberation

53 will be a year of liberation.

I intend to share the journey. In the event there are other men out there who are tired of the “suck it up” / real men don’t cry bullshit.

I cry ….