This October, I will turn 40 years old. 4 decades.
I have a beautiful, smart, and loving wife. I have three amazing girls. I have a beautiful (messy) home, a job, and family that cares about me.
And I am deeply depressed.
You may have noticed that my last post was two months ago. If you didn’t notice, it’s okay: I did. I’ve been staring at a drawer full of…
