Rock Meet Bottom

Welcome back for another installment of the shitshow known as life. Last week was a kind of turning point for me in my healing, to put it out there that I had reached a point in my life where I didn't want to live any more. I talked with my Psychologist about it this week and I mentioned that it helped me to feel better by talking about it. Like I was able to break through the boundary of shame that I had built up because of the secret that I was holding. During those times I didn't tell anyone what I was feeling. I didn't tell my wife, I didn't tell my friends, I obviously didn't tell anyone in my office. So it became like everything else that I was refusing to acknowledge or deal with for the years prior. I just kept pushing it down, pushing it away, expecting that it would just go away or that one day I would wake up and things would be okay again in my life. The scary part looking back is that I kept going for as long as I did, just living right on the edge of d...