keep trying- a guide for dads that feel bad all the time

Cliché alert: The day that I met my first child was simultaneously the most amazing and terrifying day of my young life. I had no business being a dad at that point in my life. 24 years old, newly married, stubbornly opposed to exploring reconciliation with my own father… but nonetheless convinced that I could…

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starry night wall punch

I remember the first time I ever had a full-on panic attack like it was yesterday, because it was yesterday. I never dealt with anxiety in any meaningful way until my kids had the wherewithal to understand that I’m not perfect. Once you realize your kids are paying attention, you’re fucked. You have to watch…

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