The last few years have been tough. I never ever thought I’d find myself on the side of the phone asking for help with my mental health rather than helping others through it.
Various factors piled on top of each other and it was the perfect weight to make me crumble - and knowing it can happen to me meant I now worry who else it could happen to - and maybe they won’t be as lucky as I was to have a wife who recognised it so quickly and got me the help I needed.
I’m doing it this year for all the dads. All the grown ups who still listen to pop punk. And all the guys that still sometimes tap their Casio wristwatch and think “it’s morphin time” in their heads.