For years, I carried the weight of being a parent, a partner, and a man trying to make everything work. I gave everything to everyone else—my family, my job, my friends—and I left almost nothing for myself. I was burnt out, depressed, and lost in a cycle of self-neglect. I felt trapped, overwhelmed, and at times, I honestly didn’t know how I’d get through the day.I hit rock bottom. My body, mind, and spirit were screaming for help. I was isolated, tired, and drowning in guilt for feeling like I wasn’t enough. I realized that no matter how hard I worked or how much I gave, I couldn’t escape the sickness inside me—my depression and anxiety. It affected my work, my relationships, and my ability to be a parent, so I went to therapy, took meds, read books, and built myself back up.