In my own experience, the cruelness of life tried to insert a period, but grace replaced it with a semicolon. A modern Selah. A pause. A moment to say, my story isn’t over. Light eventually came rushing in, right when I least expected it. The folks at Project Semicolon are doing their part to share […]
Often, I get asked what the one thing is that saved my life, following my suicide attempt. It’s laughable to think there’s some magic pill, but I understand people are looking for something, anything to give them the hope that things will get better. What saved me? Jesus. Now before you close this page, thinking […]
I will never forget how cold the tile floor was on that hot September afternoon, as I slid down the wall of ICU room number six.
The statement that made my knees buckle, as I stood at the end of that hospital bed, was, “No, I did not mix up my medicine. I wanted to die. I do not want to be here any more.”
My clearest thought was how I was not enough. But if not me, how was our beautiful baby boy not enough to make my husband want to stay? I wondered how I could possibly face family and friends at our son’s first birthday party the next day, alone. I wondered if I would spend the rest of my life the very same way.
“A deep sense of love and belonging is an irreducible need of all people. We are biologically, cognitively, physically, and spiritually wired to love, to be loved, and to belong. When those needs are not met, we don’t function as we were meant to. We break. We fall apart. We numb. We ache. We hurt […]
Life doesn’t come with a user manual. Unfortunately, neither do children. You don’t get a copy of “Raising Kids for Idiots” before you leave Labor and Delivery. It’s a free-for-all at times, but just like life, we push through. Because we cherish our lives and our children, we do our best not to completely screw up on either front.
Good Men Project is doing a series of interviews, “Portraits of Fatherhood”. This week, I am honored to share my story. We’ll talk about my best and worst parenting moments and how my wife and I balance the craziness of raising our family.
Now that the story of my suicide attempt is becoming more public, people are asking about my recovery. The most recent question I received is, “What is the one thing that made you want to start living again.” Since everyone has a different recovery story and I am not a professional, here are seven things that did not make me want to start living again.
Own your mistakes and the fact that they affect other people. We all mess up: some of us more than others and some of us make mistakes that seem “bigger” than others, but we all make mistakes. We can’t blame family history or former friends or employers or the government or God on the choices we make. We all make choices and sometimes we make the wrong ones. The best thing any of us can do is focus on today and the people who love us: those who push us to be our best and love us even at our worst.