One day I realized I was short on money for the bills. I remembered there was a 50-dollar bill in my son’s piggy bank.
The following links are the websites, blogs, and podcasts by some of my newest friends. I had the privilege to hang out with each of the creators a few weeks ago at a Dads' Conference. Please take a moment to check out what they're doing. It's good stuff.
It seems depression leads to the need for help, and the cost of help leads to more depression and anxiety. Half the time, I want to give up on the pursuit of professionally-aided mental health, buy myself a six-pack, and revert again to choking down my emotions in the Harry Potter closet under the stairs.